임신 중 탈출 Novels & Stories

I whispered to my stomach between gasps, “Hold on, little one. Please hold on. Mama is getting you help.” The underground medical facility was only twenty minutes away through the back roads, a hidden bunker designed for emergencies like this. The driver sped through the snowy woods, the tires slipping on the slick paths. I lay in the back seat, breathing through the contractions, my hands pressed to my belly. The baby’s movements had slowed, and that terrified me more than anything. I had survived the river. I had survived the cabin fire. I could not lose this child now, not when we were so close to freedom.

My voice was barely audible. “Run. Get as far away from here as you can. Go somewhere they’ll never think to look.” Thomas looked at Mike and then back at me. “I’m pregnant. I can’t just run.” I said and my hand went to my stomach. “Then hide. Do whatever you have to do. Because if they find you they’ll drag you back to that palace and you’ll never be free again.” He moved toward the door. “I have to go. They’ll notice I’m gone but please. For Sarah’s sake. For your own sake. Don’t let them take you.”

All I knew was that fear gripped me tightly, and all I yearned for was to escape this forsaken place. I began to walk, choosing a direction that offered even a glimmer of escape from Alex's clutches. Leaving the confines of the park seemed the wisest course of action, a fleeting chance at freedom until my child would be safely delivered. For the longer I remained here, the more my existence transformed into an infernal nightmare. Despondency weighed heavily upon me, rendering even the simplest of movements arduous. It pained me to acknowledge that my life had descended into chaos, knowing that this may cost me the life of my unborn child.

“You might not, but the baby in your womb needs it. I’ll walk out that door and return in the next twenty minutes with a plate of food. Behave.” And then he was gone, locking the door behind him. I quickly hurried to the window. I could survive a jump down, but still, I couldn’t risk that. Not with the pregnancy. So, I decided to climb down instead. It took about ten minutes to reach the ground. Hope surged in my chest, as I quickly sprinted away. I headed east first, running as fast as I could. The wind blew through my hair, I could almost taste my freedom. I tore to the trees—

My legs were frozen to the spot as I stared at him in disbelief. He was actually threatening my grandfather's life! Grandpa was my only family—how could I let anything happen to him? Seeing no way to reason with him, I grew even more desperate, my voice choked with emotion. "Steven Landers, I'm carrying your child! I'm eight months pregnant! That drop tower could make me miscarry or trigger my heart condition. Are you really going to force me to take that risk?"

Everyone in our family and the alpha's family knows that I want to keep the pregnancy and deliver my baby but you and the alpha vehemently refused and there was nothing else I can do to save my innocent unborn child but to run away. I have been greatly traumatized since I was raped by Luther and finding out that I'm pregnant made everything complicated. To make matters worse, you and the alpha forced me to agree to abort the pregnancy today and since I had no choice but to obey, I decided the best way to save my unborn child is to run away because I desire to deliver the baby even though I conceived through a violent rape by a horrid boy. I know this letter will come to you as a shock as wel

It was really pretty and also caught the sun. But I didn't want it. Whatever reason he had for gifting me this after all he'd done and was yet to do, I wanted nothing to have with a man like him. I had to escape. I wasn't doing enough to make that possible. I needed to be out of here before my belly bump became prominent. Maruska finding out I was pregnant was like swimming in a sea of scorpions. There would be no way out for me. And for the first time in a long time, I looked up to my ceiling and said a silent prayer of plea to whoever was in the skies, asking to be granted the opportunity to escape.

It was time to move on, to leave behind everything I knew. With the suitcase in hand and the photo of my parents tucked into a pocket, I quietly descended the stairs. I knew I couldn't risk being heard. My mind was focused on the escape plan I had outlined. It was an unknown journey, but I was willing to face it to protect myself and the growing baby inside me.

But amidst the chaos, one thing was clear, I couldn't put my precious baby in danger. As I grappled with the weight of my emotions, the realization of my pregnancy added an extra layer of complexity to the situation. Every decision I made now had to consider the well-being and safety of this tiny life growing within me. The idea of running away seemed tempting, like a temporary relief from the pain and uncertainty that plagued my mind. I yearned for a fresh start, a place where I could escape the judgment, the heartache, and the fear that had become a constant companion.

I took a deep breath and it out slowly, reassuring the two people in the room that I was fine. But really I wasn’t! Being this pregnant definitely put a huge strain on my escape plans. I couldn’t move swiftly or quickly. And I couldn’t keep running! Not only would I need someplace safe to give birth, but I also would have to provide him with some sort of stability once the baby was born. No child should grow up having to look over their shoulder before they could even walk. But what other choices did I have? If I couldn’t convince Rain to let me go, then I would never be able to stop running. And Rain would never stop looking – he’d already made that perfectly clear...