Amy's pov
"I can't do this anymore, I try to leave him, but he ends up finding me and it's always worse." I said then took a sip of my coffee.
"How long has this been going on?" Mark asked.
We were in a coffee shop sitting in the far back, so no one can hear us.
"A couple years, it started with name calling, calling me worthless and useless. Then he moved to sexual demeaning names. Soon, that wasn't enough, and he started with the hitting." I looked down at my coffee.
"Guys like him make me glad I do what I do, now we have a few ways I can do this. I can make it where your there and looks like a robbery gone wrong, of course you will not be hurt. Or I can do it while you are at work. Now you don't have to think about it now, whenever you are ready." He took a sip of his coffee then looked at his phone.
"How much is it going to be?"
"Normally, the one where you're a victim is about $200 and the one you are at work is $350, but I can see your bruises from here and this place is not that bright. I will take the price down, $50 for the first one and $100 for the second."
"That's a huge price drop thank you."
"Plus, I can see the bump, you will need to save your money. Are you on his insurance?"
"Yes, once we got married. He doesn't know about the kid."
"How far along are you?"
"Three months, I have to tell him, but he is going to be pissed. He doesn't want kids."
"Soon, he will not have to worry about that. If you want, we can meet up in a few days and go over more. A friend of mine has a bowling alley that we can meet at."
"Thank you, same time works for me, he is at work right now."
"very well, if you need to meet up sooner or anything else give me a call. You have my number."
"Thank you and thank you for buying me coffee."
"It's no problem at all."
We both got up then went our separate ways. When I got home my husband was pulling in as well.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He asked as he got out of the car.
"The doctors." I held up the folder.
"Why?"
"Let's talk inside."
I got my keys and unlocked the front door, he slammed the door behind us then ripped the folder out of my hand. He looked in the folder then threw it against the wall.
"How the hell did you let this happen?" He asked me.
"Me? You're the one who hates using condoms!"
"How far are you?"
"Three months."
"Get rid of it."
"Hell no! I am keeping OUR child, you should have been more careful."
"Looks like I will have to do it."
"Go to hell!" I screamed then ran to the bedroom, I locked the door.
"Open this door."
"No! You are going to hurt me."
"No, I will not. I am to hungry, so you need to go make me dinner."
"I don't believe you." I held in the tears, the last time he said that after he ate he beat me with the frying pan. I still have the marks on me.
"Open the god damn door!"
