writeordie0214

Ever since I was a little girl, I couldn't wait till I was old enough to get married. And then after that, children so I could have a family of my own. I wanted it to be perfect. 

I got one of my wishes though. I find out I'm having a child. You would think I would be happy. Having half of my dream finally coming true. Not exactly and here are the reasons why:

I'm only 16. 

And the father of my unborn child is my rapist and kidnapper. 

After 4 years, I finally escaped my kidnapper. Then I met my new family. They took me in. Gave me food, a bed, clothes, and my own room. 

Then there's Jason. He's sweet, funny, and everything that I could never allow myself to have. I don't understand why he wants me anyway.

I'm scared. 

I'm broken. 

And what makes it even worse, I can't remember anything about my life before I was taken. What my parents name were, where I was from, my friends nothing. All I remember is the car crash and wandering the streets until they found me.


WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES

Rebel’s Choice

When I awoke again, the sun was out. A tray of food sat on the bedside tray. The food consisted of unseasoned broccoli, bland chicken, a bottle of water and plain yogurt. It was probably from last night. I looked at the clock. It read 9:26 a.m. 


I touched my stomach. Yep. Theres a little bump there. I was hoping it was all a nightmare. 


"What am I going to do?" I whispered, hot tears threatened to fall. 


"Good morning, Miss Dixon." the nurse from yesterday greeted me as she walked into the room. "How are you feeling?"


She nodded. "I totally understand. You had quite the day yesterday. I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through." 


The nurse took my vitals while another person came in and took the tray from before, that I never touched, then replaced it with a new one. This new tray had pancakes and syrup, a side of pineapples and a carton of orange juice. "Here you go," she said before she left.


After she left I flipped through the channels on the very small tv that's usually in hospital rooms, the good ones anyway, and nibbled on a piece of pineapple. Nothing caught my attention until I got to the news and saw a face that made my blood run cold and almost made me choke. 


Marissa Ivorson stood in front of a reporter with tears streaming down her face. Behind her was police tape. Cops littered the lawn. A gurney came outside through the front door. A body was on it but it wasn't in a black bag so whoever it was was still alive. Which was unfortunate since I knew exactly who was laying on that gurney.


"Police arrived at a home in Bayview in response to a man found beaten in his home earlier today." A man's voice narrated.


"I had woken up and went downstairs to get breakfast and found him unconscious and bloody." Marissa said through tears that I could tell were fake. Like I said before, they're awesome actors. 


"As soon as I found him I called 911." She didn't say anything else just burst into more fake tears.  


The scene cut back to the news caster. "The man is in critical condition. Police suspect that foul play is involved. More news on this incident to come."


So the bastard survived. Fear coursed through my body. When I had escaped, I just lashed out with the make shift knife I made from a jagged piece of ceramic from a flower pot that I had broken. I had been able to stab him in the neck with the knife. Then in my anger I beat him with the whip he was carrying. Repeatedly. I should have cut his dick off but I wasn't sure if Melissa had woken up yet so I needed to be quick.


Now that he's still alive, would they come after me? No. They had no clue where I was. Even if they did, they still wouldn't come here. There's too many people. They had a reputation to protect. 


That reassurance did nothing to slow down my rapidly beating heart, which had nothing to do with fear. That time it was anger. 


Angry at him. He was stabbed in the fucking NECK for fucks sake. What the hell was he? A zombie? 


Angry at myself. Why was I so pathetic? So weak? 


Tears slid down my face. Why is life so unfair?


Chapter 3