by NB Baker
He goes over to the door and shakes the handle. “Shit! Call Oscar or Leila.”
I know of another way in, but I’m not going to tell him right away. I’m enjoying watching him trying to figure this one out. “What do you think I’m fucking insane? I’m not calling them this late. They’ll kick my ass!”
“Is there a hide a key out here anywhere?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, for worrying about freezing to death out here you seem very laid back.”
“The difference between the freezing to death that I was referring to before, was one where I was naked, and you were sliding your cock slowly into me over and over until we both came. Right now, I’m completely dressed. Empty, but dressed and warm. So yeah, there’s a difference.”
A growl from deep within his throat echoes out as he pins me against the door. “I will fuck you right here, right now, if you don’t watch yourself. I’ll keep you from getting frostbite. Trust me. You’ll be calling the mother fucking fire department by the time I’m done with you.”
“Since you put it that way, come with me.”
I take Justin’s hand and lead him around to the back of the building. “Sarah. We don’t have to go around back. I’ll fuck you right there in front. Hell, I’ll do it in front of a damn audience.”
When we come to an old dumpster that we never use, I let go of his hand and start pushing it out of the way. “That does sound fun, but I have a better idea.”
He starts helping me push until the moved dumpster reveals an iron grate. Taking the edge of it, I lift it up and slide down into the hole below it.
“What are you doing?”
“This isn’t the first time Leila or I have locked ourselves out of here. It got so frequent that we decided to put in a secret entrance.”
“That doesn’t seem very safe, smart but not safe.”
“I said secret. Besides, do you want to stand out here in the cold and snow, or do you want to get in somewhere warm?”
“Oh, I definitely want to get in somewhere warm but how do you consider this safe.”
“As you can see it’s very well hidden. And no one else knows it’s here.”
“I know it’s here now. What about Oscar?”
“Dude, really stop. If you don’t, we’ll never get in.”
When I hear the latch pop, I push hard against the wooden door knocking over the boxes that hide our entrance on the inside. Before I slip through the opening, I tell Justin how to pull the dumpster back over and how to reset the grate. The second his feet land on the floor, he crushes his lips to mine and pushes me back against the wall. He reaches down under my jacket tearing at the top button of my pants. Sliding his hand down into my panties searching for entrance. I clinch his jacket in my fists when he glides his fingers into me, twisting and turning in ways that are making my legs weak.
When he takes his hand away to unbutton his pants, I push my jeans down then prop myself on my forearms, pointing my aching, wet pussy toward him. He places one cold hand on the small of my back causing me to jump. Slowly, he slides the head of his cock up and down the length of my slit. Every time he rubs against my clit, I call out his name. I try to push my body backward but his hold on me is secure. When he finally starts to dip his cock into me, he only pushes in the head. Then pulls it back out and starts sliding it back and forth again, rubbing it over and over against my swollen clit.
I know it is only going to take one more time and I will be sent into orgasmic bliss. “Justin, I’m going to cum.”
Right then he plunges deep inside of me. “Cum for me.”
I instantly lose all control of my body. I shake as the shocks of pure pleasure pulse through my body. Just as I start to recover, I feel Justin explode inside me.
I stand up and pull up my pants. When I turn around, he scoops me up into his arms and snuggles his face into my neck. “I love you.”
Chapter Twelve
It’s been several weeks, and I’m still not feeling well. Every morning it’s been the same fucking thing from the second I wake up until around noon, I feel sick to my stomach, I can’t hold much of anything down besides juice, and I’m tired all the time. Some days it’s worse than others, and I’ve been able to keep it under wraps for the most part. What Jenika said to me about maybe being pregnant has been eating away at me more and more as each day passes. I can’t ignore that something isn’t normal any longer. I need to know what is going on inside my body. I ask Amie if I can borrow her car to run a few errands after work. I drive across town to find a drug store. Scoping the parking lot to make sure there aren’t any vehicles I recognize, I wander up and down the isles like I’m just a casual shopper. I don’t think anyone is able to see that inside I’m a complete fucking train wreck. If they did, I’m sure they would have called the cops by now thinking I was going to rob the place.
I grab a pack of gum, a notebook, a package of pens, and a bottle of water. I know that I’m going to have to pee on the thing that’s going to end up determining my fate. The very last thing I grab is a pregnancy test. I attempt to hide it in my pile of items, but to me, it sticks out like a sore thumb. There might as well be a huge neon sign that flashes saying, ‘Hey! Look what she’s buying!’
The cashier rings my stuff up and doesn’t even bat an eye. She simply tries to carry on a general conversation with me. In my mind, I keep thinking just ring my shit up and let me get out of here. I try to be polite but only answer her with short yes, or no while I dig through my wallet for money to pay. When I get out of the store, I open the box and stick the test and the directions in my pocket and throw the box away.
When I get home, I’m relieved that Justin’s not home yet. My world feels like it’s balancing on a tightrope right now. Bruce greets me just like normal which is comforting. I throw my purse and bag on the couch and head straight to the bathroom. I read over the directions and take a deep breath.
Now, I wait the longest three minutes of my entire life.
Panic swallows me whole. I’m fucking pregnant! I shove the test into my pocket. The doctors said it was very unlikely that I would ever be able to have children. Being responsible for another life terrifies me. I’m selfish though. Knowing that I don’t have anything of value to offer a child. I would be willing to try knowing that it’s Justin’s child. I’m uncertain how Justin’s going to react. What if children aren’t part of his future plans? He’s never said anything about wanting to have children before. What if he rejects us? I start crying uncontrollably. My head is a spinning sea of questions, and my emotions are on overload.
A loud sob escapes me, and suddenly the urge to be sick hits me like a ton of bricks. I hear Justin coming down the hall. I try to stop puking long enough to get the bathroom door locked but I can’t.
He bursts right in. “Jesus, Sarah!
He grabs my hair and holds it back as I continue to dry heave, all the while tears still run down my face.
I finally stop puking, but there’s no stopping the tears. Justin takes me by the shoulders. “You’re going to the hospital.”
I can’t make words squeeze past the lump in my throat, so I just shake my head no. He puts down the toilet seat and helps me sit down. Running a wash rag under cold water then wiping off my face. I try to take in a breath to settle myself down, but all I do is let out another loud sob.
Justin gets down on his knees in front of me. He looks so concerned. “Sarah, you’re shaking so badly. You have to calm down and tell me what’s going on.”
I’m fucking petrified to tell him. I sit here chewing on my lips while the never-ending tears continue to fall. I try to figure out what I’m going to say. My mind is as blank as an empty sheet of paper.
I close my eyes. I don’t know if I can handle seeing his reaction. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”
Immediately, I’m covering my face with my hands. Justin hasn’t said anything, but I feel that his hands are still resting on my knees. Then they’re gone.
He pul
ls my hands away from my face. “Open your eyes.”
I’m so scared of what I’m going to see. I open them very slowly. His features are soft. His eyes look warm and loving. Slowly, they begin to fill with tears.
His voice is broken. “So, are you telling me that I’m going to be a dad?”
“Yeah.”
He takes my hands in his. “Sarah. Don’t cry. You’re going to make a great mom. I promise. We’ll work through it together.”
“What?”
“I get it. You don’t think that you have what it takes to be a good mom. But trust me, you do.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
He has a shocked look on his face. “Why would I be mad at you? Is that why you were crying?”
Nodding my head yes. “I just thought.”
He interrupts me. “Sarah, I can’t tell you how elated I am. To share this with you, it’s… I can’t think of anything more remarkable.”
He lifts my shirt exposing my belly. Placing his hand on it.
He looks at me and with a big smile on his face. “This is for real. There’s a little piece of you and me growing in there.”
I pull the test from my pocket and hand it to him. I’m so elated that he’s this happy that I can’t help but smile. “Yep, there is.”
He leans his head down to my belly. “I want to be the first to tell you how remarkable your momma is. You hear that little one? Remarkable! “
Chapter Thirteen
It’s so hot in Delish that I just can’t handle it anymore. I tell Leila that I need to go outside and cool off. I take a seat on the front deck. The fresh air feels so good against my skin. I know my baby bump isn’t very big, but it feels like I’ve got my very own personal space heater. “You’re a hot little one, aren’t you?”
I swear I could spend a night in the arctic and be just fine. It’s chilly out but it’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining bright. There’s a slight breeze. I think I might even hear a couple of birds chirping off in the distance. Everything around is simply gorgeous. To think what my life was compared to what it is now. It’s like comparing a nightmare to a fairytale. Tying my sweater around my waist, I rub my baby bump. “Come on, little one, let’s say you, and I go for a walk.”
As I walk along, the snow crunches under my feet. I start daydreaming about what kind of family we will be once our baby makes its grand appearance into the world. He’s so in love with him or her already I can’t even begin to imagine the look on Justin’s face when he holds our little bundle for the first time. Our first night in our home as a complete family. All of the milestones we’ll share. First steps, first words, birthday parties, dance recitals or sporting events. Only to name a few. And Justin, holy fucking shit! He’s going to be a beyond amazing dad.
He's been looking for a new house for us to move into. He says that our place is too small for everything his baby bean is going to need. Which he might have a valid point there. He’s gone overboard already. The laundry room has become baby central. It’s to the point that there’s hardly enough room to do laundry. Then there’s the back yard. He doesn’t think it’s nearly big enough. His little baby bean needs to have a huge backyard to play in. I tried telling him that there’s plenty of time for us to find something that will be perfect for us. But, he’s already on the hunt for our new home.
Before I was scared to death. It was a paralyzing concern for me. What kind of parent could I possibly be? I had nothing to offer. Then I remember my mom, and what an amazing person she was. With those memories and all the great things about life that I’ve learned from Justin, I’m not scared anymore. I’ll make mistakes. I know that. But we will be a family. We’ll work through any challenges, together. I focused so much energy on the family that I had in the past. I never even thought about the family that the future could hold for me.
Suddenly, everything goes dark. I scream in terror and start grabbing at the rough material that’s covering my face. Someone wraps their arm around my waist, pinning my arms against my sides. They smash something over my face shoving the disgusting material into my mouth. The foul taste of gasoline coats my tongue and burns my throat. I try to kick and claw at anything I can, I fight with everything I’ve got, but the grip around me doesn’t loosen. It feels like I’m being lifted up.
I throw my head back and finally make contact with something. “You dumb fucking cunt! The fucking bitch just broke my fucking nose.”
There is an echo of several men’s laughter ringing inside my pounding head. My body slams down onto something hard. At first, I think maybe I’ve landed on the concrete of the sidewalk. That I’ve gotten away. My heart stops when the sound of a door slams shut and there is the revving of a motor. The force that the vehicle takes off with throws me backward jerking me away from whoever’s holding me.
I take advantage of being freed and start whaling my arms and legs. Pulling at the fabric covering my face and yanking it off my head. Before my eyes adjust and I get an opportunity to see who my abductor is, an excruciating pain shoots across my face. Then everything is gone.
Gasping for breath, the smell of urine, cigarette smoke, and gasoline fill my nose and throat. Only one of my eyes will open the other feels like it's coated with something. It’s pitch black, but in the distance, I can hear men’s voices hollering and laughing. The pounding in my head is louder than the men. It feels like my head has been bashed in with a fucking baseball bat. What the fuck is going on? That’s when I remember what happened earlier. Panic and fear take over, but I try not to move. It's clear to me that they think I’m passed out and are leaving me alone. Leaving my head slumped over I try to move my hands ever so slightly, but they are restrained behind me. I flex the muscles in my legs trying to determine if they too are bound. As far as I can tell they are. Fuck!
I tell myself that I must stay calm. I need to think this through and come up with some kind of plan to free myself. It’s not just my life that’s at stake, more importantly, our child. I listen to see if I can figure out how far away the voices are from me. It sounds like there is some distance between us. It doesn’t seem like there’s anyone close to me. Whatever it is that I’m sitting on feels flimsy. Maybe if I try to stand up and then fall I will be able to break myself free. Then I can either run or use the pieces as a weapon of some kind. Even in my mind, the plan seems ludicrous, but it’s the only thing I can come up with. I sit motionless for a few minutes. My heart is racing, and my aching body is trembling. I’m so fucking scared I feel like I’m going to puke, but I have to get out of wherever I am. I have to save us.
I throw my weight forward and then backward as hard as I can. I feel myself starting to fall backward then suddenly I’m falling to the side. When I hit the ground, the chair shatters freeing my arms and legs, but a heavyweight crushes my body.
The material is ripped from my head. The second I open my eyes, I know exactly where I’m at. I’m home. Standing across the room from me is my very own father laughing. He stops laughing and just stares at me. Slowly, he takes a drag off his cigarette then starts walking toward me.
When he reaches me, he squats down. Looking at the bastard who has me pinned to the ground. “Get off of her, you stupid fuck.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Is my dad really coming to my rescue? Maybe this is his rock bottom, and he finally realizes how seriously fucked up and wrong this is. That thought only lasts for a fraction of a second. My dad grabs me by my blood soaked, hair pulling me to my feet. While the man that was laying on me holds my hands behind my back.
He gets right up into my face, almost hissing when he says, “You didn’t think that I was going to let you have a happily ever after did you?”
I try to jerk my hands-free from the gorilla who’s holding them. All the men standing around just laugh as I try to struggle out of his grasp. My dad’s face is still in mine laughing. “My God! You’re such a stupid dumb fucking cunt. You thought that, didn’t you?”
I spit right in
his face. Without hesitation, he starts punching me continuously right in the belly. He drags me over to the kitchen sink where the faucet is running into an already overflowing bowl of water. He holds my head under until the moment when I feel like I’m going to pass out. That’s when he will pulls me out, letting me have a quick breath of air then dunking my head back under the water.
When he finally stops, he throws me down onto the floor and starts kicking me in the belly. “I’ll get rid of this demon spawn one way or another.”
After that is when things turn worse, each of the guys that are there take turns raping me. For what feels like hours I scream and cry out. But what’s worse than those hours of torture, is the moment when I envisioned Justin, our baby, our life, slipping away from me. I tried to tell my body to keep fighting, but it had nothing left to give. The only thing left that I could do, was beg God for mercy.
A loud crash pulls me back. As I fade in and out of conciseness the laughter that was filling the room has been replaced with crashes, thuds and deafening bangs. It sounds like a tornado is destroying everything around me. Then… Nothing but silence surrounds me.
My limp body is being picked up off the floor. I’m too weak to fight. I slowly open my eyes, terrified of seeing what the sick bastards have in store for me next. Maybe they’re done with me and will throw me alongside the road somewhere like a piece of trash, leaving me to die. I see that it’s Justin’s arms I’m in. He’s like an angel who has just come through the bowels of hell to save me. I’m so overwhelmed with relief that I tuck my head against his chest and sob as he carries me out of this wretched place.
Chapter Fourteen
In the distance, there’s the faint continuous beep. Can someone please make it fucking stop? It’s enough to make me want to bash my head against a wall. Suddenly, a chill goes up my spine that causes my entire body to shudder. I take in a sharp, deep breath from the pain that it’s causing, and the smell of bleach is so strong it burns the inside of my nose.