"You got to be FUCKING kidding me, Jessica," my father screamed at me. His 6'2'' frame hung over my small 5'7'' one, as I cowered in fear just from his voice. This was about to get ugly. I hugged my sweatshirt to my chest, trying my best to conceal my now obvious baby bump."You're fucking knocked up! Who's the father? Who the FUCK would sleep with you, you little whore," he screamed at me, the small tracings of alcohol hitting my face. My eyes started to well up, as he pushed me against the wall by my shoulder."WHO IS HE?" my father screamed. I turned my cheek, hot tears falling out of my eyes, as I hugged my stomach tightly, shielding the baby from any harm I could. My father took my face his in hand and turned it to him roughly."Speak to me when I talk to you! Who the FUCK is he?" he screamed again. I quivered and my knees buckled a bit. "My boyfriend," I stuttered out, not lying. My father had enough."I can't fucking believe you. You are the reason this family was torn apart, and now, you're brining another little bastard into the world? You selfish, horrible, bitch!" he said, kicking me in the knee as I fell to the ground in the hallway. I struggled to get up, holding my stomach, feeling the first kicks of my baby boy. The first kicks. I would've smiled had I not been in so much fear."I'm sorry," I cried. My father gave me maniacal eyes as I leaned on the post by the stairs."You're a fucking failure, and worthless. And that child is worthless," he said. With a final push to my shoulders, I began to tumble down the stairs, feeling pain searing through my body as I got the bottom. My arm was under me, twisted in pain, and as I brought my hand to my stomach, I felt nothing kicking. I cried helplessly, as my father ran down the stairs, stepping over me, grabbing his coat, and exiting the house in a worried frenzy. I heard the car start up and drive away as I lay there crying in agony.I would never feel my baby's kick again.
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Marie had no idea what she would walk in on, she only expected to see her little sister and talk about the baby. She was calm as she walked up the front porch stair, easily sliding her key into the door and opening it. Her mind didn't register the sight of her baby sitting laying at the bottom of the staircase, unconscious with a small collection of blood around her legs. She stared at the scene, the actuality of the horror in front of her sinking in and she screamed in shock, running over to her.
"Jess! Oh come on, honey, wake up! Jessica!" she yelled into her ear but her efforts were in vain, her sister stayed in her sleep like coma. She fumbled with her phone, dialing 911.
"911, whats your emergency?" the operator asked in a bland, robotic voice.
Marie's voice shook as tears streamed down her face. "My sister was pushed down stairs and she won't wake up and… and I think she's having a miscarriage."