Snatched Up By A Bad Boy

Prologue- Brynlee Millz

"Oh my god, please don't let this be happening to me again," I cried as I closed my eyes tightly as I let the tears run down my cheeks. I was clutching my stomach tightly as the pain began to ripple throughout my stomach, like a wave that was caused by a terrible storm brewing.

The cramps that I was feeling were close to bringing me to my knees as I held on to the wall for dear life.

This nightmare that I kept having more times than I would like, was one that no woman should have to go through, especially not as many times as I had. This was torture and I was beginning to hate my body for not allowing me to carry a child.

No, this wasn't my first rodeo, but I prayed to God that it was my last. Well before this one, I prayed that I'dnever have to endure such a pain and heartache, but here I was again. The pain of knowing that the life inside of me that once had a heartbeat was most likely no longer beating,caused my throat to get tight and for my saliva to thicken.

Sadly, this was my fourth miscarriage, which was howI knew exactly what was going on with my body; however, that didn't make it any less painful. If anything, it hurt more, it caused more anger and more resentment. It caused me to be hateful towards the people that were being blessed, and I didn't like that.

So many times I racked my brain trying to come up with what I had done in my past for God to keep delivering me this type of karma, but I couldn't think of nothing. I wasn't out here cheating on my fiancé, I wasn't robbing, being evil or hateful towards anyone. So why...

Sighing, I held on to the wall for dear life as I thought about how far along I was. This had to be some type of punishment because with each pregnancy, I would get further and further and then bam...I would bleed to death.

"Ahh," I screamed so loudly that the doors shuttered as I clenched my teeth together and almost hit the floor.

Staggering, I began to feel pressure as if I needed to go to the bathroom.

"Please no," I whimpered as I felt a warm sensation trickle out of me, which began to come out faster the longer it took me to reach the bathroom.

"It's happening," I whined as I inhaled and closed my eyes, trying not to collapse and just give up on everything, including my life.

Here I was eight weeks pregnant. I was getting excited because I felt like this was going to be my one time to experience pregnancy. I also was just getting ready to announce to my family and Troy's family because I felt like I made it over a hump, a milestone, and that I could finally relax.

I had gone through so much just to get to this point and to have a safe pregnancy. I mean, I changed my eating habits, I went to the doctors for multiple tests over and over, racking up medical bills. I even lessened the numberof hours I worked, when Lord knows I loved my job. It was what brought me peace and happiness inside a world that was chaotic and black. I had been hard on myself all because I knew I couldn't afford to do extra shit, and so I didn't. The baby's health was so important to me and I did everything I felt like I should in order for it be a good pregnancy, but sadly, God said otherwise.

Finally making it all the way into the bathroom, I pulled my tights and underwear down to see them filled with dark red blood that was the color of maroon and black mixed together. It was always a scary sight to see, followed by the pain that would bring you down your knees praying to the very God that was snatching the life out of you.

How could I not question God? How could I not wonder what was it about me that he didn't seem worthy enough in order to bless me with a child? What was it about little ole' me...

I felt like I would have been the perfect mother just like my mother. Janice was the best and she made sure I had the best. Due to the fact that I was the only child, I was spoiled rotten and I had every intention on being the same way with my child.

It was just so hard to understand certain things when I had good intentions, when I knew that I would be the best mom I could be, and that Troy would make an amazing father. However, there were people like my cousin Roshonda who never took care of her kids. All she did was drop them off at her mother's house and leave them there for weeks.

"God, please...please." I was pulled out of my thoughts when a cramp hit me so hard that I choked.

Coughing hysterically, I finally was able to control it then stop all together. Sobbing, I placed my head in my hands and cried so hard that my shoulders bounced up and down and my chest caved in from shortness of breath.

Fuck. I bit down on my lip as I rubbed my side. The cramps were now hurting so bad, that I had to call someone to get me. I needed 911 or for my fiancé to get here asap.

"What the fuck Brynlee. Fuck! Come on baby, let's get you to the emergency room." Troy had finally arrived,but I was out of it.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I cried as my eyes fluttered open and closed. I watched him as he cleaned me up a little and changed me into something different so that we could leave and have them tell us both what we had heard too many times too fucking many.