#Chapter337
If I knew Arrick was hurting our baby, hurting the life inside of me… Despite my love for him… Despite knowing I would never survive without him… I would stab him to death with my favorite shoes. Ones he bought me. I would kill to protect this life and I wouldn’t regret it.
No one will ever hurt my child the way my own parents hurt me.
/"Do you think maybe you need to go back and see your counsellor for a while? To talk about the past now we’re having a kid of our own. I mean, it’s bound to be messing your head up in some way, raising questions… Memories. I don’t understand the mechanics of it, Sophs, but I know it’s normal for victims of childhood abuse to go through a second bout of trauma when they have kids of their own./" He sounds so sincere.
