Pained.

Ten.

"How are you feeling this morning?" The doctor asked a wide awake Malik. He sat painfully in the bed as the doctor checked his temperature and vitals.

"Hurting." He said so quietly that the doctor almost missed it.

Malik looked terrible. He had a swollen shut eye from Aiden punching him, his lip was swollen and bruised, his left cheek was swollen, his neck had dark bruising from Aiden choking him severely. Because of Aiden choking, his usually soft voice was hoarse and raspy. His back was wrapped from Aiden throwing him around like a rag doll, and his stomach had so much discoloration and bruising that he couldn't even see the normal color of his skin. Aiden had beat him so drastically, he almost died. The pain wasn't subsiding anytime soon.

"We're going to put some pain medication in your IV. We had to find something that was safe for you and the baby to consume."

Malik's one eye practically bulged from his head, "What b-baby?"

He hoped this wasn't real. That maybe the doctor was playing some sick prank on him.

"You're pregnant, Mr. Ross. You're two months along. I was amazed that the baby survived the attack on your body, especially with the injuries to your stomach. That's a tough cookie growing inside of you." The doctor joked to lighten the mood, but Malik wasn't for jokes at the moment.

He was pregnant? Malik had tuned the doctor out once he confirmed that he was pregnant. A baby? By Aiden? He wanted to curl up and die. A child by Aiden would cause him to be stuck to the sadistic man forever.

"I want to get rid of it." Malik croaked out. He wasn't a fan of abortions but he refused to raise a baby that was conceived through rape, especially Aiden's. A baby would make his chance of escaping slim to none. How could he run away with a child? He didn't want to raise a baby, nor did he want to have kids right now. He was only nineteen. He had already been forced into a marriage at a young age and now he was pregnant. He was too young.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Ross has already been informed of the pregnancy and he could have my medical license if I go against his wishes and help you kill the baby. Don't you remember the last time you tried to get me to help you?"

Dr. Abram was a graying white man who wore thick, black rimmed glasses. Dr. Abram had been the family doctor of the Ross family for years. He had even doctored on Alexander and Aiden when they were younger, mostly Alexander, hence their close relationship. He knew the secrets of the Ross family and what they did for a living, but he wasn't one to risk his life by telling the authorities. He has seen first hand what happens when you rat out the Ross family, and he couldn't risk his life by helping Malik get rid of the child Aiden forced on him.

"But it's my body! I-It's my decision!" Malik yelled hoarsely, and immediately began coughing from straining his voice. He didn't care about the consequences. He had been through worse.

"Is he giving you problems, Dr. Abram?"

Malik froze in fear as he heard the voice of the man behind all his ailments. Aiden stood in the threshold of the room, holding a bouquet of roses. Dr. Abram excused himself, leaving the two alone to talk. Aiden sat the bouquet on the small couch beside Malik's bed before walking closer to him. He put his head fearfully, scared to look at Aiden.

"Is there a problem, Malik?" He questioned darkly.

"I-I..." Malik started, but the look Aiden was giving him made him shut up.

"I said is there a problem? Tell me what you just told Dr. Abram." Aiden demanded an answer.

"I asked him how far along I was." Malik lied as he looked down at his lap.