She Belongs to Me (Rewritten Version)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Emily:

Vincent was on top of me, smiling as he squeezed the air from my throat.  He didn't care how much pain he was inflicting on me, he only cared about having control.  His sweat dropped on to the tip of my tongue, the taste of it made me sick.

"You've been a bad girl, Emily.  I have to punish you for disobeying me again."

I wanted to plead with him to let me go, but the hand on my throat made it impossible.  He wouldn't have listened to me anyway, not as long as he was getting the sick pleasure of stealing my virginity, something I wanted to save for the man I would marry someday.  Now I was used up. 

No man would ever want to touch me after this.

Would I even want to be touched?

He reached his other hand down to my stomach, his brown eyes beaming with pride.  "You and I will be bound together forever, thanks to this beautiful child I've put inside of you."

No! I couldn't let him near this baby, this life inside of me that I wasn't sure if I could ever love.

I closed my eyes and snuck my hand into his pocket, pulling out his knife before he could protest.

The joy vanished from his eyes, replaced with terror when I jammed the knife in the side of my stomach.

"Oh, God!"  A strange voice shouted, one filled with innocence and love.  It was my baby.  "Why did you stab me, mommy?  This wasn't my fault."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to-"

"Did you think I wouldn't feel it, mommy?"  Its voice was now laced with pain.  "You've really hurt me."

"Please, forgive me."

"It's too late.  I'm already dead."

"No, wait!"

"You're a murderer, mommy....a murderer."

Vincent's face twisted into a demonic smile, and he began choking me again, much harder this time. "If you want to murder our unborn child so badly, then there is no reason for you to live."

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I flailed my arms in a useless attempt to stop him.

"Die, Emily!  Die!"

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My entire body was drenched in sweat as I awoke with a violent scream, and I found my arms were being restrained, but not by Vincent.  My dad was gently holding my wrists, while my mom used a handkerchief to wipe my face.  This was the fourth day in a row I'd awakened them with my screams.

I could tell they were both as exhausted as I was.

Thankfully, they sent Robbie away to stay with my aunt for a few days. I missed him dearly, but I was glad he wasn't around to see me acting this way.

My dad pulled me into his arms after I settled down, holding me as I trembled.  "You're alright, lady bug. He can't hurt you anymore."