Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) by Sapphire Knight Page B

most innocent look, hoping he won’t get angry.
    “Great, Emily. You’re wasting more fucking money, just like those bullshit college courses.” He shakes his head at me as if he’s disappointed and I cringe.
    Suddenly he slams his hand down on the table so forcefully the glass holding my milk shatters. Milk spills, flooding the table. Oh no. Where’s a towel so I can hurry and clean this up? Jeremy hates messes and I need to get it cleaned up as fast as possible.
    I leap up quickly to grab a towel. Once I clean up the mess and he starts to chew his food, I sit and try again.
    “Dr. Anderson did a test and found out I’m pregnant; I’m about six weeks she thinks.” I grin, because this is it, I know he will jump up and hug me.
    “What did you just say?” He growls out lowly.
    Oh no, he doesn’t look too excited. Fuck! This was supposed to go a whole lot better than this.
    “Umm, I said I’m pregnant. Isn’t that wonderful?” I ask timidly.
    Jeremy jumps up suddenly and stuff goes flying off the table when he hits it with his thighs. I leap up and out of the way at the crash and immediately attempt to hide my face with my hands.
    He storms toward me swiftly and punches me straight in the face. The impact is so solid and painful, I stumble. Jeremy comes at me again; he hits me so hard, that this time I fall. On my way down I hit my head on the wall next to the kitchen table.
    Ten minutes later…
    I must have blacked out. I wake to Jeremy screaming, “You will not be some filthy, fucking, pregnant teenage slut in this house. You think I’ll let everyone talk about me and my knocked up whore of a girlfriend.”
    He repeatedly kicks me brutally in my stomach. My head is pounding something fierce and I’m in pain like I’ve never experienced before. My vision is hazy, like I’m stuck in a horrifying nightmare, only I know I won’t wake up to happiness.
    My body is screaming in pain at me with each blow he deals. It hurts so horribly, I start to puke everywhere and I pee my pants. I can’t help it. I sob, as I wrap my hands around my stomach as much as I can.
    He starts laughing maniacally, “You think you can protect yourself from me? You stupid bitch, I’ll fix your problem.”
    Jeremy kicks me one last time really, really hard and I gasp. The air is knocked from my lungs and I feel as if I’m suffocating. There’s this huge weight on my chest and I think I may pass out again.
    The only other time I’ve felt this feeling is when I lost my mother. That agonizing pain in your chest as a piece of you breaks.
    He grits out, disgusted, “Now, you clean yourself up and get rid of that fucking problem you have. Don’t ever tell me any dumb shit like that again. I can’t believe you made me hit you again. I fucking swear, Emily, get your act together. I’ll be back; I can’t deal with your shit right now.”
    Once the door slams I try my best to get my phone out. London can help me. I feel like I’m dying.
    Two weeks later…
    I spend two weeks in the hospital. I guess I’m ‘fortunate’ there is no internal bleeding. They have no idea what fortunate means.
    Little M is gone. My precious, innocent little baby was stolen from me. He was condemned to his father’s wrath and I was unable to save him.
    I know this is not the life I want. I know I have to get away and although I’m too broken and sick inside to do anything right now, I will do it. One day he will come home and I will be gone, just like my little M.
    Three weeks later…
    It’s been a total of five weeks now, since I lost my precious baby and discovered the true monster I’m living with. That is what he is, a monster. I hate him and it makes me sick when he touches me. I wish that he would just die. Each day I imagine him getting crushed when he goes to work at the factory. I want him to suffer.
    Thankfully the doctors told him to not be intimate with me for a few weeks or I’d have to go back to the hospital. He doesn’t like to draw