Author's Note: Hello, after a long hiatus once more, I've tried to revive this once more. I want to thank all those who have read and reviewed and taken the time to message me. I've had a lot going on, including myself getting married and moving from one state to another. So I do apologize. I'll do my best to keep this going, I do want to finish and at this point, I'd say I'm at least half way done. But once again, thanks you all, and I hope you enjoy!
It was mid-day, and the only way Antonia was able to tell was because the sun was shining brightly into her bedroom from the top of the window, or more so their bedroom. A couple days had since passed with the motor-less incident and the child, a girl, growing in her womb was beginning to show more. Placing her hand on her stomach, a small sigh escaped from her lungs as she laid in bed on her side, wishing she could just stay there forever. Since her back talking Tran, she hadn't spoke much at all to him, which was extremely tough being as they shared the same bed.
She just couldn't muster up the courage to say anything, the fear of being struck across the face again, like the previous night after an argument over the baby she carried. That after she was born, Aiko Tran, as he said, would never be told anything about Han, he would cease to exist. But as much as she hated Han, she didn't want her daughter to remain clueless, only to one day find out and resent her. Unfortunately for her, the conversation didn't sit well at all, begrudgingly she gave in to never utter a word about the Korean that helped bring this growing little girl into her world.
Rolling over to an empty bed, Nia moved her chocolate strands of hair from her face as she sat up, not in the least disappointed that Tran was already gone. Dangling her feet over the bed touching the cold floor she stood, and without giving it a second thought, she rushed to the closet and pulled a duffle bag from the top began to forcibly pull her clothes off the hangers carefully avoiding being hit by any that swung her way. Dragging the bag over the dresser, she pulled it open beginning to put as many baby clothes within as she could when she heard the floor creak.
Her heart sank instantly at the thought of who it might have been, swallowing hard her hand gently rubbed her stomach maternally as her dark almond shaped eyes stared at the door in terror. Hearing footsteps pass, she finished grabbing the rest of her things tossing on a pair of jeans and a loosened baseball jersey tying her hair into a ponytail. Glancing around the room to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything else, she grabbed the keys to her Lancer and her phone rushing the door opening it slowly.
She had no idea who had walked by, possibly Lance in his usual snake skinned pants, but no matter. Leaving the door open fully she made a dash for the stairs, her footsteps barely heard thanks to the carpeted floor. Finally reaching the garage, she pulled her phone from her pocket and instantly dialed Jesse, knowing he'd be the only one to even answer.
With all her attention focused on monotonous ringing of the phone, the figure closing in behind her went unnoticed. Honing in on her was Tran having visited his room up stairs where it looked as if a hurricane had poured through it, clothes all over the floor. Slamming the garage door behind him to make his presence know, Antonia jumped, her heart falling to the dark depths of her stomach.
No answer. I cursed momentarily under my breathe setting my bag down that was beginning to become a burden with the strap digging into my shoulder. If Jesse wouldn't pick up, who was going to actually help me escape this hell whole. Blowing a strand of hair from my face, I jumped when I heard the door slam behind me, something within me hoped that it was the wind, only for reality to betray me, with the one person I was attempting to run away from blocking the doorway.
His face was hardened, no emotion to it, his facial expressions wouldn't give away his rage, I could see it all in his black eyes. Dropping my phone I made a dash for my lancer only to find out quickly that the speed of someone in their second trimester couldn't be matched to a full grown man clearly not carrying fifteen extra pounds around his waist. Almost instantaneously my emotions began to swell within me at all he could, or would do to me. My tanned cheeks suddenly flushed with red as my nose began to burn the salty warm tears beginning to stream down my face.
My body was shaking beneath his as I did my best to try and avoid eye contact out of pure fear. As much as I didn't want to think about it, the back of my mind was playing on my fears on what he would do. As I hesitantly gazed up at him, he avoided my eyes placing a firm grip on my wrist as he forced me to stand completely pulling me further and further away from the one thing that would be my escape from all this, and reminded me of how cruel fate was hearing my phone echo through the garage.
As he pulled me deeper and deeper into the hell hole I was dying to escape from, my cries rebounded from wall to wall getting louder and louder hoping that someone would hear and help though my slow realization was that there wouldn't be anyone to help. The footsteps I had heard earlier were only his own, and this mess I had put myself in, was just as I had been told before, only my own and no one would be here to help me get out of this one. As the sound of the door being slammed open shook the walls of the house, my duffle bag was tossed across the room and with all of his force, Tran pushed me towards the bed slamming the door behind him.
Leaving barely anytime to catch myself, I turned with my eyes tightly shut in hopes that I'd wake up and find out this was just a nightmare only to feel his tight grip cupping my face.
"Do you think this is a fucking game Antonia?" His voice rang through my ears as he roared, "Look at me you inconsiderate bitch!"
My eyes jerked open, more tears beginning to flow, and I felt like such a crying mess, but I couldn't blame myself. I was in my second trimester, I find myself emotionally attached to a very hostile man that has caused me to possibly permanently sever ties with my only family and soon bringing a child into such a violate family situation. Before my mind could completely register everything around me, I felt Johnny's lips come crashing down upon my own forcefully, his mouth lustfully overcoming my own. Feeling his grip on my hips, he pushed me further onto "our" california king bed, his tongue still hungrily exploring my mouth as his hand slipped under my shirt subtly playing with my breast.
Becoming uncomfortable I attempted to shift under his weight, a futile attempt as he pinched down on my nipple with his index finger and thumb as a first warning. I wanted to keep fighting for not only myself, but Aiko too, but I felt mentally, emotionally and physically weak and no matter what, he'd get his way. Although we had "agreed" to raise Aiko as his, it in no way made us official on a relationship, as far as I knew, he fulfilled his needs elsewhere because he hadn't from me, until today.
By the time I shook myself from my trance, my jersey was undone, bra on the floor, jeans were missing and to put it quite frankly, the only piece of clothing I had on was my underwear which he had his hand down. I opened my mouth to will him to walk but nothing but a squeak came forth, placing my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him forward, my face was felt with that all too familiar burning sensation across the left side of my face.
"If you EVER try to run from me again Antonia, I swear it'll be the last thing you'll do," his voice menacing as he cupped my face, "You aren't just toying with your life here. Remember that."
Leaning back, Tran undid his belt and unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor, his manhood bulging through his boxers. I wanted to cry more, I wanted to yell, but my tears had all dried up, and no more would come, not even they could save me. Finally giving in, I laid back on the bed I had made for myself as he climbed overtop of me, I felt like there was no fight left in me.