A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.


22. You finally come home


Hey guys, sorry i havent updated... I have been visiting family, but im gonna update twice right now for you. Enjoy :))


"Well, well. You finally come home." Craig started walking towards me with an angry look on his face.

"Craig, what are you doing here?" I backed away from him.

"I came to see my baby." he now had me up against a wall. I could feel his breath on my face. His hand rested on my stomach.

"Look, I-" he put his hand over my mouth.

"I didn't say you could talk did I?" he smiled when he saw a tear slide down my cheek.

He let go of my mouth and backed up away from me.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant, I didn't like finding out from your bitch of a mother." his voice angry.

"I, I uh didn't tell you because...it's not your baby." I glared at him right in the eyes.

He shoved me hard up against the wall. I could feel the pain in my back already starting.

He yelled at me. "Don't fucking lie to me Zoe! I know it's mine." he slammed his fist against the piece of wall inches from my face.

"Craig, please st-" before I could finish I felt a sharp pain in the side of my face. Then a burning sensation. 

He hit me, Craig hit me knowing I'm 5 months pregnant.

"God Craig, what the hell." I grasped the side of my face. I could feel the bruise already forming. I pushed him away from me but he is too strong.

He grabbed me by my arms and shook me.

"Why do you need to lie to me Zoe! Are you really that big of a whore that you really don't know who the father is?" with that statement he smacked me again.

"Craig please stop" I began to cry. I didn't want him to see this side of me. So I wiggled loose of his grip and ran towards the bathroom.

He chased after me and grabbed my wrist and swung me so I was facing him.

As hard as I could I punched him right in the nose. He fell to the ground.

I started to run towards the bathroom again, but he grabbed my ankle and tripped me. Luckily I had landed on my side and not on my stomach.

He pulled me closer too him, me kicking and grabbing at the floor the whole time. He flipped me so I was on my back, and he crawled on top of me. He put his legs on my wrists so I couldn't scratch at him.

He didn't sit on me but he hovered over top of me. He watched in amusement as I kicked and screamed trying to get him off of me. 

I lifted my neck up and he quickly slammed it back down causing my head to smash against the floor. I felt pain again, this time not from an open hand slap but from a closed fist, this time on the right side of my face.

I felt that pain over and over again until I was unconscious.

I woke up an hour later in what seemed to be a pool of my own blood coming from my face. 

Craig was gone, he trashed my place of course. Dishes were smashed, my couches ripped apart. 

All I could feel was pain. I slowly got up, and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw horror looking back at me.

My eyes were so swollen I could barely see. My face was black, blue and red. This is the worst he ever beat me. All I could feel was pain. 

My main concern wasn't my face, it was my baby. I looked down to see if I could see any signs of blood. There was none. I felt dizzy and grabbed the back of my head.

I brought my hand close to my face, all I could see were my fingers covered in blood. I sat down on the floor of the bathroom and grabbed my phone from my pocket.

When I got to my flat it was 12:00pm, I checked my phone it was now 5:00pm. Had Craig really beat me that long or was I just knocked out for most of the time.

My phone flashed. 5 missed calls all from Harry. 4 unread messages all from Harry.

From Harry: 12:30pm
Hey babe. Hows it going over there. Text me when you get this. Love you.

From Harry: 1:30om
Babe, you there. Please text me when you get this.

From Harry: 3:00pm 
Zoe I am seriously getting worried please text me back.

From Harry: 4:45pm
I'm coming to your flat to check on you, be there around 5.

As soon as I read that text I heard my flat door open. I was afraid Craig came back so I got up and locked the bathroom door.

"Zoe!" I heard Harry screaming from the living room.

That's when I blacked out.

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