As my stomach grow I stopped asking for my Father, I started to give up altogether on trying to escape. Michel was right, Father would be ashamed of me, I stopped fighting back with both Michel and mother, getting my school work done quickly so I could go to my room and be left alone.

Mother tried her hardest to make a good thing out of my pregnancy. She seemed to enjoy redecorating my room, I watched as the baby items were added into my bedroom, the soft color pastels slowly adding some color to the room I considered my cell.

The only way I measures time was by watching my waist line grow and my school work move from high school level to the online college course mother had singed me up to. It seemed like very little time had passed before I had gone into labor.

Mom seemed to try her hardest to help me though the pregnancy as she often would bring me tea and ginger in the morning, allowing me to have my breakfast in bed to help with the morning sickness.

Mother stood by my side the moment my water broke until the moment I gave birth, it was nice for Mom to be at my side encouraging me as she held my hand. I named my son Lucius Benton Roger Bannon, in honor of the people I missed so much. Mom understood why I chose to name him after my two father figures, but she was upset I wouldn't give Lucus any of Michels name. I shook my head as she told me that, I didn't want him to have anything to do with my son.

I found it odd that mother never questioned me in private about the father of the baby, I tried to talk to her a few times but I couldn't seem to. Mother was surprised in how much

Lucius looked my Father, being born with almost albino hair, and bright blue eyes. Michel seemed to dismiss the idea of Lucius hair color telling me it would darken with age. All male children from my Father's blood line had white hair, it was passed on though the blood, his hair isn't getting any darker soon.

Though out the weeks I wound myself learning more of the lies Michel was telling mother, and was even more surprised that Mother believed every word. Michel seemed to make up more lies about my life as each day grow on, making up of my past, the abuse I never suffered. Mom seemed to believe anything he told her, already brainwashed by his cult like attitude. I kept myself busy with Lucius, which I no longer cared about what else was going on.

"You should be practicing your violin." Michel walked in to the room. It had been two days since mother was called away to one of her excavation sites, for a unexplained issue, leaving me for the first time since Lucius birth. I begged her to stay, not knowing what would happen to me once she wasn't in the house, afraid of being alone with Michel, now that I was no longer pregnant, I was worried be would go back to his physical abuse,

"I just got Lucius to sleep." I got off the bed softly, I had no energy but I had to stand up in his presents, as he demanded that I would have. "I don't want to upset him."

Michel nodded, "Good, let him sleep."

I sat on the bed as Michel walked over, to my side. If I wasn't so heavily medicated I would have been shaking.

"I am very proud of you, Jessica." He pet my hair whispering, "He is perfect."

I looked away as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look as he try to kiss me.

"Don't worry your mothers not home." He sat down beside me, as I tried to get up. "Now that's no way to treat the father of your child."

I looked to Lucius as he moved slightly.

"Please, He's sleeping,"

Michel nodded, undoing his pants. "It will keep you quiet."

I shook my head, as I became more pregnant and unable to 'perform' for him as he called it; I had been forced to please him in other ways. Michel grabbed me off the bed, forcing me onto my knees.

"You will do as I say, I would hate for something to happen to our son." He walked in front of me.

I closed my eyes, wishing him away as he forced me to open my mouth around him.

Well I was in the birthing center; I had been left alone in my room with a phone. I had picked it up, finding myself dialing my dad's cell number. I hung up the phone before pressing the last number. There was no way I could face him after all this time, daddy couldn't save me anymore. I was no longer worth saving. I wasn't the little girl I used to be, daddy wouldn't want me around.

I hated the way Michel pet my hair, holding my head close to him as he finished forcing me to swallow.

"Don't forget to feed him." He told me kissing his son on the head he left us in the room alone, closing the door behind us. I ran to my bathroom forcing myself to throw up gasping for breath, leaning against the toilet breathing deeply.

With a cry out from Lucius I moved away from the bathroom walking over to Lucius' side as he continued to cry out for me. As I picked him up cuddling him close I smiled as he looked up to me he looked so much like grandfather, I blinked back the tears wishing god I wish I could show daddy him.

Walking over to the microwave I was allowed in my room as I started to prepare his bottle for him, as I attempted to figure out how I was going to be able to deal with everything around me.

For the first time in since Lucius was born, I wondered what my Father would think about his grandson, Would Father be as ashamed of me?

Biting my lip, as I blinked the tears out of my eyes are I looked down to Lucius as he started to feed as I carried him to the corner of my room where I felt the safest.