Everything Is Painted In Red

I lay on my bed, feet up to the wall, waiting for my baby to stop pacing around like a football in my womb. I try to remember what the doctor said,

"Breathe Allen, I know this is very scary for you, after your three miscarriages."

But the only thing that comes running back to my mind, was the first time I had a miscarriage.

\*\*\*\* **The Past** \*\*\*\*

I was 5 months pregnant. It was in the late afternoon, in spring, while I was polishing the white marbled countertops. Making sure it shimmers like glitter. Cleaning helps me cope, with the senseless beatings and torture I receive on a daily basis. Once I was done, I stood back to look at my masterpiece. Not a spot of dust. The white marble glistening with brightness which prices through my eyes. But it won't stay like that soon. It's going to be painted in red.

I hear a huge thud coming from the door, as I lift my head up to see, my husband Kieth, along with his secretary and a few people who work under him was home. As a shrill went down my spine.

he was drunk.

again.

He quickly made his way towards me. Stood right above me, I gather courage from every cell in my body to look up at his face. His brown hair falling on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes filled with anger and disgust. His jaw clenched together. Kieth lips that once showered me with lovely words, and kisses, now only showers me with pain. Who is this man? I don't recognize him anymore.

Before I could say anything, a slap lands on my face, which sounds just like a tire blasting, which echos the entire room, I could see the people behind Kieth flinch. I couldn't feel my face, my jaw or my teeth, but it felt like it was on fire. I fall to my knees, my breaths where unstable. Blood oozes out of my mouth and drips down my chin. And slowly to my neck, before I could say anything, I could hear the clinking of the belt, my eyes widen with panic.

No... he's going to… Hurt me... like that. Again.

I feel the heat of the leather zap on my porcelain skin on my shoulder, I let out a shriek of pain through my sobbing.

"SHUT UP!"

I feel another zap, and then another, and then one more. And it keeps going until I lost count because of my senseless screaming and pain. My body feels like its getting grilled. My skin burns. Bones aching, and my heart hurts. He stops after a few minutes when my body is covered with red swollen stripe marks all over, proving his mark of dominance and control over me.

"What did you think? That I wouldn't know?"

At this point I can't even talk back. I have lost all energy.

"That baby. In your womb. It's not my seed."

My eyes widen, and I look up at him confused. And that's when I see his unsettling smile across his face, and I feel his foot hits right on my womb with such force that I let out a blood-curdling scream. So loud that everyone in this huge mansion can hear it. I instantly puke out whatever I had in my stomach, my guts are pulling up into my stomach, I am laying on the floor holding my womb with immense pain shooting throughout my body, I can't think anymore. The pain is so bad. That I think I died.

But.

I woke up, I was on the same marble counter top, which I was polishing. But now… Its red. It's covered with my blood as I look down at my womb. Which looks disheveled. There is a huge dent. I can feel the blood slowly flowing out of me. And then realize. It's not only the blood. But its Kieth manhood. He is rapxing me. I am in so much of pain. I can't even let out a scream. But nobody stops him. He keeps going. Until I pass out again.

I woke up in the hospital the next day.

my baby had passed away.

My baby's head had ruptured and his spine and back where broken into two pieces.

\*\*\*\* ***Past End*** \*\*\*\*

I get up from my bed and walk over to the window and drag the curtains open, the gentle sun rays of twilight gently fall on my body. Which makes me feel warm and get the sense of mild comfort.

I hear a knock on the door

"come in"

The butler comes inside, I know it's him because he and the other servants always knock on the door before coming in.

"Mistress, master has asked you to get ready by 7 pm for the charity ball this evening."

"Okay… Tell him ill be ready."

"Yes mistress, anything else you want me to do?"

"no, nothing esle."

he bows and he leaves. I don't want to go. but if i don't. he will hit me again, but if i do. he will hit me again too.

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