The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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Life hasn't been easy for her. Every night she had nightmares of him burning her parents alive and their yells and terrifying screams always woke her up. 


Why was she having dreams of him? Why? He didn't have anything to do with her parents death. . . did he? 


She shook her head dismissing the thought. He would never do that. 


She laid there staring at the dusty old ceiling of the church. 


Would she ever live in a house again? Would she ever find love again? Would she ever have a child? Would she stay here forever and die like this? Would she ever see her parents's faces ever again? 


She placed her hand on her stomach. She felt a bump. 


She shot up and lift up her shirt then stared at the clearly visible bump on her stomach. 


Tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the bump. 


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