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"Neit?" A small voice broke through the silence bringing her back from her flashback.

"Please.... I'm so..... sorry." Tracy shook. "I'm ... i... it ... hurts .... and ....it - it .....I...can't.."

She couldn't speak. Her voice faltered. Memories of that night flooded her head and she was running insane. It was so much to take in. So much to keep in. So much to hold in.

            The pain , the loneliness , the times her head was slammed against  the wall until she heard them crack , the times he kicked her abdomen until she vomited blood , the way he abused her continuously while breaking each and every corner of her skin tissues. It was bizarre and she wanted to just die. But ...

"Please.... help me.... I ... I beg you." Tracy sobbed holding her abdomen which held life at its first stage.

Neit looked at the state the other girl was in. She never thought that out of all the dumb fucks , this one would end up like this. Well.. serves her right. Now she would know what real pain is when someone abuses you and inflicts pain on you.  She couldn't help but smirk.

"Pathetic little fuck." She chuckled .

"Couldn't stay without a dick shoved up your pussy eh? Where you that desperate?!" She snapped at her.

Tracy closed her eyes and listened. She couldn't do anything. She was helpless. She was used to those insults now. Her eyes were sore and her neck was coated with sweat and tears.

"I don't know why I need to pay for a cheap fucking third class slut like you." Neit signed loudly.

        What is she going to do?She can't risk her family nor can she risk herself. She was beyond irritated and annoyed at this drama.

"I.... Please..." Tracy spoke.

"Tell your mama bitch to pack your cheap ass stuff. You will be living with me form now on. After the child is out you will get out too." Neit snapped and stormed off.

Not even looking back at Tracy who sobbed helplessly but mumbled ...

"Thank you..."