The Plus-Size Girl He Destroyed

Ethan... please... it hurts so bad...”

My voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper as I curled into a ball on the cold, sticky leather of the clinic couch. Searing, tear inducing pain sliced through my lower abdomen, sharp as broken glass.

I clutched my stomach, my fingers slick with cold sweat.

Ethan stood over me, casually adjusting the gold cufflinks on his pristine suit. He didn't bend down. He didn't reach out his hand. He looked down at me like I was a piece of trash he had just scraped off the bottom of his shoe.

“Stop screaming, Amara,” he said, his voice flat and annoyed. “You’re making a scene.”

“You... you lied to me...” I choked out, a fresh wave of agony ripping through my core. Blood was already soaking through my jeans, heavy and warm. “You told me... you told me you were taking me to a private doctor to check on the baby! You said we were going to figure this out together!”

“Figure what out?” Ethan scoffed, letting out a, cruel laugh. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you trap me with a bastard? Do you have any idea what a scandal that would be for my company right now?”

The door to the back hallway swung open, and the sound of clicking heels echoed against the linoleum floor.

Chloe stepped into the room, wrapped in a plush white mink coat. She looked flawless her hair perfectly styled, her lips painted a deep scarlet. She held a silver designer handbag in one hand and looked down at me on the couch with pure amusement.

“Is she still whining, Ethan babe?” Chloe chimed, her voice dripping with fake pity. “God, she looks revolting. Look at all that blood.”

“Chloe...?” My head spun as I looked between the two of them. “What... what is she doing here?”

“She came to watch you finally get the point, Amara,” Ethan sneered.

Chloe stepped closer, kneeling down just far enough so only I could hear her, mocking whisper. “Did you really believe him when he drove you here tonight, you fat, gullible bitch? Ethan made the appointment three hours ago. He paid the back-alley doctor double to make sure it was quick, cheap, and permanent.”

“You... you monsters...” A sob tore through my chest, burning worse than the physical pain tearing my body apart inside. “I gave you ten years, Ethan! Ten fucking years! I worked three jobs so you could launch your firm! I wrote your pitch decks! I gave you every single dollar in my savings! I ruined my life for you!”

“And you were stupid enough to do it for free,” Ethan said, his eyes devoid of any humanity. “You were convenient, Amara. Nothing more. But now? You’re just a nuisance.”

“Ethan, please...” I reached out a trembling, blood stained hand, desperately grasping at his pant leg. “Help me... something’s wrong... I’m bleeding too much... please call an ambulance...”

Ethan looked down at my hand on his fabric with complete disgust.

Without a second thought, he kicked my hand away and grabbed me violently by my hair.

“Aah!” I shrieked as he yanked my head back, twisting my scalp so hard my vision swam with white spots.

“Don’t you dare touch me with those filthy hands,” Ethan growled, his face inches from mine. “You want help? Go find it yourself.”

He dragged me off the couch by my hair. My heavy body hit the cold floor with a sickening thud. The violent movement sent a surge of hot agony exploding through my womb. I cried out, doubling over, unable to catch my breath as he hauled me down the narrow hallway toward the back exit.

“Ethan, stop! Please, damn it, Ethan!” I begged, tears blinding me.

Chloe followed right behind us, laughing softly into her manicured hand. “Throw the garbage out where it belongs, babe.”

Ethan pushed open the heavy metal exit door, exposing the roaring rain and freezing night air, and shoved me forcefully onto the asphalt.

I slammed onto the wet pavement of the alleyway. The impact sent another wave of torturous pain through my body, and I felt the blood pool rapidly beneath me, mixing with the freezing rainwater.

“Ethan...” I gasped, my fingers feebly scratching against the wet asphalt. “Please...”

Ethan wiped his hands on a white silk handkerchief, looking down at my helpless, bleeding form in the rain.

“You know, Amara,” Ethan said, his voice carrying clearly over the sound of the thunder. “If you had looked like Chloe... if you were thin, elegant, and actually worth looking at... maybe I would have cared enough to keep the kid. Maybe I would have loved you enough to stay.”

He dropped the silk handkerchief into the puddle right beside my face.

“Now die in the gutter like the worthless dog you are.”

He pulled Chloe back inside, and the heavy metal door slammed shut with a deafening BANG. The lock clicked into place.

Silence settled over the alley, broken only by the violent downpour.

I lay in the dark, shivering violently. The freezing rain washed over my skin, but I couldn't feel the cold anymore. All I could feel was the agonizing, hollow pain in my abdomen and the heavy flow of my life draining out onto the pavement.

Blood filled my mouth, metallic and hot.

Ten years of devotion. Ten years of sacrificing my self-worth, my dreams, my friends, and my future for a man who treated me like garbage. I had let him convince me that because of my size, because of my body, I was lucky just to have his scraps of attention.

And this was my reward.

You idiot... you pathetic, stupid idiot...

Tears mixed with the rain streaming down my cheeks. My limbs grew heavy. My heart labored against my ribs, slowing down with every passing second. My vision began to blur, the dim yellow light of the alley streetlamp fading into gray.

If I could live again...

My breathing hitched one final time as the darkness swallowed me whole. A fierce, burning rage ignited in the dying embers of my soul.

If I get another chance... I will destroy you, Ethan. I will make you bleed for every drop of pain you inflicted on me tonight.

And then, everything went dead silent.