The Great Escape

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"No I'll be good! I promise!"I shout for my boyfriend to stop slamming his cock into me.
But he doesn't. He never does... But relentlessly raped me.
What he calls sex, is just rape to me.
Jamie grabbed my hair and pulled me back to his chest.
"Your gonna take it all, and you better fucking enjoy it. Slut." The man growled.
"Y-yes sir." I wimpered as he let go and I flopped back onto the bed in doggy style on my 3 month pregnant stomach.

I cried at the memory, letting the tears fall on to my freshly cut arm that laid on my huge stomach.
Thank God I was due in 4 days. And then when Anna is a month old, we'll fly out to L.A. where my friend is. Well, secretly we've been dating for about 5 months. He's perfect. I can see why he has 18 million fans. Mark is a one in a bazillion.
I pulled myself up from the cold floor and washed off my arm in the sink. I covered it with my favorite hoodie I wore and waddled to the kitchen.
Jamie would be mad if I didn't have dinner ready when he came home. He'd be mad at me for everything that wasn't perfect.
I remember on our 2 year anniversary that we celebrated a month ago, he got mad that I forgot to make green beans for dinner. Green. Beans.
I aimlessly prepared a dinner while lost in thought. I'd made chicken fried rice, and set the table. And after all that, I forgot to put on pants. I learned my lesson last year when Jamie raped me on the counter after I made breakfast.
I rushed to our bedroom as fast as I could with my big stomach and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. Then I did a quick run down of the house, making sure everything is perfect for when Jamie comes home.
I had enough time to take a little rest as I sipped on a glass of milk. I propped my legs up on the sofa and rubbed my stomach. Anna. My little Anna was my light, the reason why I stayed on this Earth so long. I didn't care she was the offspring of the bastard who ruined my life.
I set the empty glass on the table in front of me.
Anna kicked at me. I suppose she needed to keep being rubbed. But there was no time for that as Jamie had just stepped through the door.
It was as if Anna sensed it and struggled to get away. But she couldn't. And neither could I...
I got up to greet him as he sat down at the table. I sat down next to him with a wimper.
"What's wrong with you?" He huffed, obviously pissed that my pain was ruining his dinner.
"Um, Anna's been non-stop kicking all day." Which was true.
"Man up." He said. Also at the fact that my wrist was slit.

We each ate our meal in silence. Afterwards, I got up and cleaned the dishes as I usually did.
When I went to get my glass out of the living room from earlier, I forgot to put my sleeves down. Jamie saw the cut from his spot on the couch.
"Sean!" He shouted angrily. I flinched and stood straighter.
"What the fuck is this?!" He yanked my arm from my body, almost out of it's socket. I yelped.
"I-I accidentally fell a-and I cut myself on a piece of glass." I was on the verge of tears at this point.
"Oh is that really what happened?" He asked skeptical as he held my arm behind my back.
"Yes!" I whined and fell to my knees.
"Fine." He let me go, falling onto the floor in a heap.
"Go do the dishes, slut."
I whined as I got up, grabbed the glass, and went back to the kitchen, finishing the dishes.

I finished up and went to our bedroom, laying on the bed as Jamie came out of the bathroom. He'd just finished taking a shower and was now dressed in boxers.
Then he crawled in bed next to me and tried to pull me close.
"Hold on babe, lemme get these pants off." I crawled away from him and got out of bed, shrugging off the pants. I wanted to stay in my boxers and hoodie though.
I got back in bed next to Jamie, on my side, facing the wall.
Sleep quickly took me over as Jamie snored quietly. I can't wait to leave...