Samantha and Randy went to the doctor's appointment to determine the sex of the baby. She was four months pregnant. She was showing. The doctor hooked her to the machine.

"Congratulations." The doctor said. "It's a girl."

Samantha looked at Randy and smiled. "I told you."

"You did." Randy said happily.

Kyla was throwing up in the bathroom. She was at Eli's. He knocked on the bathroom door.

"What are you doing in there?" Eli said.

"Throwing up."

"Well you'd better not get me sick." He said uncaring. "Hurry up I'm hungry."

She brushed her teeth and went out.

"Can you make your own dinner please?" Kyla asked. "Please honey, I don't feel good."

"I worked all day and you can't get off your lazy ass and cook me dinner?" He said annoyed. "Are you deliberately trying to piss me off?"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be." "You should think about more then just yourself." "I love you but sometimes you're a selfish bitch."

"I know I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"What would you like for dinner?"

"Hamburgers."

Kyla and Eli were sitting at the table. He was eating.

"How is it?" She asked knowing anything could set him off.

"It's good." "Why aren't you eating?"

"I told you I don't feel good."

After Eli was done eating Kyla was sitting on the couch.

"Go do the dishes." Eli said coming into the living room.

"I will later." He went up to her grabbed her by the hair and made her stand up.

"Did I say later! He yelled. "I said now, you bitch!"

"Eli please don't do this today." She pleaded. "Please let me go." "Please."

"Let you go!" "Let you go!" He let her go and backhanded her. She fell to the ground blood was coming out of her nose. "There I let you go." "Happy?"

Kyla grabbed her purse and went upstairs to the bathroom. As she cleaned her nose she was sitting on the side of the tub, waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. She started crying when she saw it was positive. Not out of happiness but sadness and fear. She thought finding out she was pregnant would be a happy time in her life. It was exactly the opposite. All she could think about was the abuse continuing, not only to her but to her child.