Forever

Thirty-One

I eye myself in the mirror. My belly has fully extended as I come into the last few days of my pregnancy. I smile lightly as my daughter kicks anxious to meet me. I wish I could keep her in me forever not wanting to bring her into this mess I'm in.

I grab some coconut oil rubbing it on my stomach. I can't get to my legs, I wouldn't even be able to see them if it weren't for this mirror. Derek always said he would do everything I couldn't as long as I kept loving him and kept his child safe, those days feel so far away.

I've been here for two months. Two long months. The first week I was here I refused everything. Xavier beat me not too much, not wanting to harm my baby. My face was a punching bag, I had various scars that were only now beginning to heal. I gave in going through the motions.

The first night he took me to bed a piece of my heart broke off. I slept on the floor of the bathroom apologizing to my daughter for letting someone who is not her father come that close to her. He even had the audacity to come inside me, claiming that I was his mind, body, and soul. He's only taken me a total of five times too disgusted with my new weight. Tonight I guess it didn't bother him.

He leads me to bed laying me down before coming on top of me resting both his hands on either side of my face. He enters me roughly and silently which I am grateful for, I don't have it in me to act like I am into this. He pulls out of me emptying himself on my extended stomach. I grow angry at the sight wanting to castrate him on sight. He falls off to the side of me turning on his side to fall asleep.

I've made a friend here. The housekeeper Sophia has grown fond of me, which is why when I asked her to steal me a knife she gladly hid it away for me. I developed a plan with Sophia's help. She also felt the extent of Xavier's wrath but at least she got to go home and see her children every night.

I lifted myself out of the bed waddling to the bathroom. I felt a sharp pain stronger than a kick.

"Fuck" I whisper clutching my stomach. "Not now baby". As stupid as it sounds I still had hope. I hoped Derek would come to find me and his child. He was taking too long so I left it up to me to protect my baby from Xavier. I vowed not to have this baby here and if I couldn't kill him I would kill us both, I would kill my baby to save her from growing up with a monster.

I grasp the towel hiding the knife. I unwrap it from the cloth feeling its sharpness. I make my way back into the bedroom finding the lights off. Perfect.

"Xavier," I say seductively. He groans turning on his back. I make my way over to him lining his tip-up with my entrance. I rock onto him slowly pushing the vomit down my throat. He grasps my hips as they move against him.

"Fuck Camille" He groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head. I aim the knife I had pressed up against my arm to his chest, lowering it. Before he has time to process I shove it into him, blood spurts out as I continue going in different directions and angles to make sure I get the job done. I stab him a total of ten times before removing the knife from his body. I remove myself from him wanting to cut off his dick and sew it to his forehead.

I feel another kick and double over. I panic, throwing on Xavier's tee shirt and sweats. I pull on some slides and take his keys from his pocket. Dumbass here doesn't have any security besides cameras, so the coast is clear for me to leave. When I first got here he had the place on lockdown making sure I wouldn't run away from him. He eventually began to 'trust' me and let the men go. He didn't trust me at all; his broke ass could not afford to pay them, either way, I'm grateful.

I feel another pain almost making me drop to the ground. After I recover, I hop in his Mercedes to the nearest hospital. I feel blood seep from between my legs making me wince. Dr. Williams' caution about vaginal birth plays over and over in my head. I press harder on the gas.

I pull into the parking lot screaming. Fuck this isn't good. I try to stand but I feel something hanging between my legs. I reach down and feel the outline of her head. Oh god no. I try to stand thinking I can get to the Emergency Room in time but the pain makes me fumble back into the seat.

"Fuck baby no" I whine. I shimmy the sweats off and place my feet against the dash. Here goes nothing.

I push lightly as an inhumane scream erupts from my body. Fuck this hurts. I look down and see she has moved just a little bit. I push again, keeping my eyes on the small body emerging out of me. The pain is unbearable but I continue determined to get her out. I pause staring at her neck, the cord wrapped around her neck. The reality hits me I could die and so could she. I push the thought away continuing to push as she slips out. There is blood all over her body, blood all over the car, and in my hands. I keep her attached to the umbilical cord wrapping her in the sweats. She isn't making any noise.

"C'mon" I yell. I use all my energy to stand up determined to get her to safety. I feel a break in my hip but I push through it. I walk through the double doors of the hospital naked from the waist down with a mute baby in my arms. The people at the front desk gasp as three nurses approach me, helping me stand taking the baby. I begin to lose balance falling over the two nurses holding me up. They lay me on a gurney checking my pulse.

"Derek.....Rossi" I utter before drifting off into sleep.