Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 16~

"Come on, pumpkin." Troy says pushing me on the bed.

"Stop, please. Troy..." I plead as he climbs on top of me and begins to unbutton my shirt. I'm able to push him off, but he quickly comes back. He starts at my jawline and leaves deep kisses all down my neck. I scream for someone to help, but I know there isn't anyone. He continues unbuttoning my shirt until its open and the bit of my bra is showing.

"Get the hell off!" I scream at him.

"Why? Are you afraid this is going to be better than what Maslow gave you?" He replied pulling my shirt off.

"No! I know it won't! I just don't want to have sex with a bastard!"

I feel hands trickle to my back and find the clasp to my bra. He slowly unhooks, but I throw him off of me and clasp it back before it falls off. I run out of the room and lock myself into the bathroom. I slide against the door and curl myself up, crying until there's nothing left.

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"Come on Cassidy, let's go!" Troy yelled from downstairs. Troy was taking me to an orphanage. Not to leave me! He wanted a child. When he found out Vanessa was pregnant with his child he stopped trying to screw me. But he insisted a child would be perfect. He told me if I tried anything funny at the orphanage, once home it would not be a party for me. So I left the house with no defense and no plans on trying to run away. This time I knew there was no chance.

"Okay, so listen. We'll walk in. You go pick out a kid. I'll fill out some paper work. You come back and fill out some paper work." He said as his eyes stayed glued ahead on the road.

"Okay." I answered quietly.

"Don't even dare try anything funny."

"I'm not, Troy. There's no point."

As we walked in the doors I tried to make myself look like I was a happily married wife. When actually I was a doomed prisoner.

"Hello." A woman said coming up to us and shaking our hands. "I suppose you're here to adopt?"

"Yes, ma'am." I said nodding.

"Great. Just follow me in here for paper work and a few questions and we'll get you on your way."

We followed her into a small office and took a seat in front of her desk. She handed us both a sheet of information that we both took and filled out in about 10 minutes.

"Thank you." She said as we handed her back the clipboard. "Now may I please see your drivers license and criminal records."

Troy and I both handed the things over and she checked over them before handing them back to us.

"Okay. Perfect. Now just a few small questions." She said turning her chair to face us. "Any other children?"

"No." Troy answered. He did a surprisingly great job at pretending he was a good man. When he wasn't.

"Stable home? Money? Food?"

"Of course."

The questions continued for about 10 more minutes. I stayed quiet most of the time. My mind was too lost in thinking of James. It'd been about 2 and a half weeks. And here I am getting a child with Troy. At least for now he won't try to make me sleep with him again. That's only until Vanessa pops out her kid. When the woman lead us out to the children I saw bright smiles and giddy laughs. Some were playing with blocks, some looking at books, others playing hide and seek. The children looked happy even if they were sitting in an orphanage. I looked around knowing the choice was mine. And that choice was hard. As I walked around I finally found one little girl sitting on a window seat watching the outside world. She was Indian, I could tell by her dark skin tone. From what it looked like she was only 4 or 5. Her dark brown hair was in curly little pig tails and her eyes were the darkest color of brown you'd ever seen. She had soft pink cheeks and full pink lips. She was adorable.