I haven't left my room in five days. The aftermath from my “so called fathers” means of abortion left me in pain and despair. How could he do this to me? I know we never had the closest relationship, but I thought he loved me? He killed my lover and my baby. Did he kill my mother too? I laid in bed and checked the rags I had placed beneath me, the bleeding had finally started to slow to almost a complete stop. I stood naked in front of my mirror. My stomach was still had some black and blue bruising, but most had started to turn yellow. Shoe marks outlined some of my bruising. A horrid reminder, this is now my baby’s grave, desecrated by a man I knew as father, a man that was more concerned about his social standings, than his moral compass.I'm supposed to meet the man I’m betrothed to today. I don't even know this man, but what are my options? Try to stay here with Antony, run away, or brave the situation and marry a man I never met in hopes for a better life? I threw on my favorit
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