Hurting

As soon as Tyler found out I was pregnant, he made a doctors appointment for tomorrow at 9 am. It will be my first time leaving the house since I got kidnapped. I wonder if anyone is looking for me. Anyway, right now we are talking about what we will name our kid if it's a boy or a little girl. As you know: I am all for the girl power so... I'm obviously for a girl. He's for a boy. "If it's a boy we could name him Tyler jr. and if it's a girl we can name her Tylanna." He says. I laugh. "You want our babies named after you? If their named after anyone it will be me." I say. I can imagine what it would be like if they were named after me. Availa if it's a girl. Availo if it's a boy. Both Ava or Avo for short. Tyler catches me daydreaming. "What? You thinking about what it would be like to get in my pants right now?" He exclaims. A smirk starts to form on his face. "You wish. You just want to see me naked again." I reply. He laughs. "That's true. No cap." He says. He gets on top of me holding my wrists by my side. My breath catches in my throat. I guess that's my way of reacting to his actions. He smirks. "You know how much self control it takes for me not to tear you apart right now? Hm?" He says. I nod my head. "No I don't think you do. If you weren't pregnant right now, I would have to get you pregnant right here and now." He says. He's breathing really hard. He kisses me hard. He bites my lip, causing me to wince. "Not this again. You know I'm not going to be able to hold off if you keep doing that." He says. Does he know that he's kind of hurting me? I think I'd he did he wouldn't do it anymore. My wrists are starting to go numb. "Tyler. You are hurting me." I say. He only gives a little moan in response. "Tyler! You are hurting me okay? Can we just stop?" I ask. No. That's not right. I don't ask. I beg. He looks up at me. "I'm hurting you princess? I'm hurting you? You're just going to have to find a way to stop me." He says. He continues to work his way down my body. I try to wiggle out of his hard grasp, but when I do, he holds me tighter. Does this count as rape? I don't want him to do it, but he continues to force his way onto me. That's rape right? Right? I hope he doesn't do this to our kid or kids. Because if he hurts our kids, I will have no choice but to kill him. And I will do that. Because this child or children are going to be the light of my life. My everything. I'm going to love them with all I have. And so is Tyler. Or else he won't be their dad, he'll be dead. I manage to wiggle out of his grasp and make my way to the floor. He notices this, and tries to run after me. I get off the floor, and sprint as fast as I can to the restroom. I shut and lock the door, and get in the shower. I sit down, being my knees to my chest, and cry. I'm trying so hard to ignore the banging and the yelling for me to open the door. "I'm sorry baby. I took it to far this time. I won't ever do it again I'm so so so sorry. Did I end up hurting you? Do you need ice? Baby please open up. I'm sorry." He pleads. I build up the courage to get up and unlock the door. I go back and sit in the shower, in my old position. He slowly turns the doorknob and walks in. He comes straight over to hug me. I flinch at this; because I expected him to hurt me again. "Oh my god. You're scared of me. Oh my god. I ruined our whole relationship. I'm so so so sorry baby." He says. "You do know that that counted as rape right?" I say. He looks confused. "You forced yourself on me when I specifically tell you that I am pregnant, and cannot and do not want to have sex while I am pregnant Tyler. You ignored me." I see a tear roll down his cheek. "Princess, I'm so sorry. I won't ever touch you again if you don't want me to, even though it might kill me. I am going to be there for you not matter what. I'm going to take care of this baby." He says, his voice full of emotion. I get up out the bathtub, and walk to him. He slowly looks at my stomach, and back up to me. He hold out his hands wanting to touch our baby or babies. I nod letting him know that he can touch my stomach. He puts his warm hands on my tummy and rubs on it. He puts his lips on my stomach. "I love you so much baby. You are going to be amazing. No matter if you are a boy or girl. Daddy will always love you." He whispers to it. I smile at this knowing that he will be a great dad. As long as he doesn't hurt me again.