🌼Amari's P. O. V.🌼
I dropped to the ground as a stinging tight slap struck my face. I almost black out at how hard it was. I put my hand on my now sore cheek, and stare at him in fear and disgust.
If a man ever stoops low of hitting a woman, he's not a real man.
What I see in front of me is a rapist, an abuser. If he could raise a hand on me, he could do more.
My eyes finally poured out unshed tears. My vision gets blurry. He's done enough damage to me and now? He slapped me. I put my hands on my mouth as I sob harder this time. I backed away as far as I can, shivering from the fear and the coldness of the floor. I'm only wearing undies right now.
I didn't dare to look up. I don't know if I could take the look he might be giving me. I suddenly felt unbearable pain in my stomach and cried out balling in pain.
He looked alarmed and tried to approach me. I shook my head at him dejectedly.
"Let me help you," he offered desperately. Now, he is pretending that he cares and then hurt me afterward.
"Just leave me alone!" I screamed. "You've done enough. I know you wanted to kill me! That's what you want. You wanted to kill me for I don't know what reason! I don't know who you really are." He stared at me in shock. Not a word comes out of his mouth.
"That's why you hurt me"-I grabbed my tattered shirt and drape it on my chest-"in the worst way. You wanted to make me feel worst by stepping on my dignity in a way I almost died. I'm pregnant already, can't you understand!"
I felt nauseous and I crawled to the toilet bowl and spit everything out. He just walked out of the bathroom leaving me on my own. Now, I am 100% sure he never really cared for me and my unborn child.
Once I knew he's left the room, I felt the weight of my heart get heavier than before. My heart sank thinking about him. I don't feel safe here with him. I don't feel safe with him...at all.
If he doesn't care, given he left me vomiting, maybe he would finally let me leave. I don't care if I'm pregnant with his baby. I will love this child. This child will be the light of my darkness and the end of this dark tunnel...If we ever get away from here.
I cleaned myself up as I calmed a bit, and wore a long loose dress with three/fourth sleeves. I'm going to ask him right now.
My eyes welled up again. I couldn't accept the fact that he slapped me. I couldn't accept the fact that I lost myself to him. What he had done to me is too much to take in. I feel helpless just thinking about that night of his unbearable crime.
I don't know why he's doing this to me. Sometimes I thought I've known him, but nothing seems to be relevant.
What he did the night of the ceremony was the last straw, but because of the baby, I will consider it to be strong. But him raising his hand on me was the very last straw.
I don't understand why? But his voice seems familiar. I had a dream about this boy telling me he loves me and calling me 'Mia Amore.'
A faint image my mind is trying to repress, but it was blurry.
I don't seem to remember my childhood. All I knew is everyone blaming me for their parents' death and that I was the cause of the great destruction of this pack ten years passed.
My cheek still stung a bit. I went downstairs to the kitchen and put an ice bag on my cheek.
After a few minutes, I walked to his study. I'm gonna ask him to let me leave this pack. I don't want to be here with him.
I hope this time would work.
But I was wrong...
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