Please do not read this chapter if you are against teen pregnancy or forced miscarriages. Thank you. :)
Hate.
She hated herself.
Every day, she just wanted it to be over. She spent long hours curled up in a fetal position, crying herself to sleep. But this time, she couldn't escape the hell she lived in, not even in her sleep.
Her dreams haunted her.
Every living, breathing moment of her life brought back the terrible memories of what happened that night, that terrible night.
It felt like her fault. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't stop him. But there was a knife in the kitchen they passed, a gun in the bedroom. She could've shot him while he was passed out, on top of her, or stabbed him in his sleep. She could've ran. But she didn't.
New fears came to her every day.
It was only a while before she'd realize that her luck was not that good. She had only gotten her period a few months before her life had taken a turn for the worse. She had stopped keeping track of it, but only now had she started paying attention to it, only to find that it never came. Her heart raced with fear whenever she felt the small fluttering inside of her stomach, and then she knew.
The tears that had seemingly disappeared from her body returned all at once, and so began a storm of tears.
This couldn't be happening to her! She was too young, and she couldn't raise a child in these conditions. It was bad enough she was here... she couldn't bare the thought of someone having to live longer than she had here.
But sooner than she expected, she had learned to love the developing child. However, she feared that it would not live long.
Turns out her fear was right.
She had known that soon Robbie would find out about her small bump, but desperately hoped that he would ignore it. But it was too suspicious.
He walked in one day and stared Sabrina right in the eye.
"I don't want a baby."
Before Sabrina could react, he raced to her small baby bump and slammed in, pushing her to the wall. He beat her stomach left and right until she was bleeding. Pushed against the wall, her body numb in pain, Robbie stopped for a split second and the two looked at each other in the eye.
But the scared, childish look in her blue eyes Robbie was used to was not there, and instead was an almost mature, angry and disgusted look replacing them.
"You're--" She coughed up some blood, her voice small and weak. "You're a monster..."
"Shut up! You don't talk back to me!" Robbie screamed, enraged, as he resumed kicking Sabrina, not only in the stomach but now all over her body. "I can do anything to you! I am your ruler, your master! I own you!"
Leaving Sabrina numb on the floor he punched her in the face one last time and left her leaning against the wall to die.
He lingered around her door for a few moments, and didn't hear her cry. His sadistic needs were not satisfied by the silence, but instead of walking back in, he listened to her unsteady breathing.
"You..." She said, her deep, angry voice almost inaudible. "You were too precious for this world... He'll... he'll regret this. I... I promise."
Out of all the threats Robbie had ever heard, this one was believable.
And for once, Robbie was scared of the young 15 year old he had kidnapped.
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