he will hurt you

Rina Zante

He'd paid a visit again. Evil in its truest form. Not hidden under the veil of pleasure, but raw, crude evil.

His room oozed of dark vileness. The heavy stench flying into my nostrils, striking up a maternal instinct within me: the health of my baby. The stench could harm it.

I boiled in rage. Angry, I had seen the baby as mine, not ours. As though I'd impregnated myself. As if I had wanted a child in the first place. My dark emotions reinforced the evil by thickening the putrid air.

Evil was glued to his skin. His face red, the heat emanating from it almost cooked me alive.

Yet, I didn't falter outwardly. Inside, my system shook.

But, I didn't leave his room because I had nowhere to go.

"It's yours," I tried again, now at the point of pulling out my hair in frustration. "The child is yours, Vincenzo. I haven't slept with anyone else."

He knew I was right but the demon in him would rather be cast to Hades than let him admit to that. However, I didn't back down. I woul