Emily had been second guessing herself since she had taken the test. She had been feeling off for a while now. Feelings of betrayal clouded her mind. How could her body do this to her? How far along was she? The lines on the test were vivid and bold. How could she not know?
She shook her head. Bill was over the moon with the news, of course. Still he was a little cold to her since her desperate escape attempt, even though she was carrying his parasite. Emily was glad to get a break from him in the bathroom. He had been talking to her stomach non stop all morning. It would have been cringey at best if this was what she wanted. It made her stomach churn.
He had made a point to make her good and nutritious food now. She made herself throw it back up every chance she got, which was easy since her stomach was always violent anymore. She couldn't remember the last meal she kept down. It was odd, the only warmth he had was for the fetus, he was curt and cold with Emily.
She was still finding small shards of glass in her hair. Her face was still very bruised. Bill was not too gentle either. Emily wanted his blood. Her heart pounded as she indulged in another violent daydream. She would get her bloody justice.
Bill barged into the bathroom she was hiding in, eliciting a terrified scream from her. He rolled his eyes. Emily glared at him, pure murder in her eyes. "Can't a bitch have some privacy?" She snarled acidly. Bill huffed, unamused, "I wanted to check on you, make sure you weren't doing anything to hurt my baby."
"Oh its just yours now huh? Come and take it then." She snapped, getting to her feet.
"I'm not dealing with this." He snapped and turned to leave.
"Get back here!" Emily yelled and followed after him.
He stopped and turned about to say something. Emily slapped him, hard enough to turn his head. She went in for another blow, with her nails this time, leaving four bloody streaks on his cheek. The skin stuck under nails. "You don't scare me anymore." She spat.
Bill clenched his jaw so hard she was sure his teeth would break. He shook with rage, clenching and unclenching his fists as he took slow intimidating steps forward.
"I should have ran you over with the car." She egged him on with a mocking grin. "Splatter!" She laughed nastily.
Bill knocked her to the floor without warning, his chest heaving. He punched his fist through the wall, instead of battering Emily further. She laid on the floor sobbing. "Pathetic." He spat. She didn't respond. "To think I chose you for a wife." He said hatefully before stepping over her. Emily laid there crying, her cheek stinging, everything screaming in pain.
Bill left her there and went to grab another beer. He had been day drinking ever since her escape attempt. He was bitter she refused to fall in love with him, angry she kept defying him and trying to abandon him. He tore open his beer and greedily chugged it down. Bill ripped open another one and downed it too. He wasn't in the mood to go car shopping. He was thankful one of the men from his congregation towed his car back to the house with no questions asked. There was no way he wanted to deal with the headache of filing an insurance claim, especially since he couldn't explain away the gunshots without some kind of investigation. He belched loudly, some of the foam coming back up. He swallowed it down with a third beer. He was feeling the buzz, his rage bubbling over. He belched again and went to find Emily.
"Get up you stupid bitch!" He snarled, pulling her up by her hair. She screamed and struggled to get out of his iron grip. "Shut the fuck up, you're always fucking whining and crying for nothing." He yelled, slapping her with his other hand. Emily froze in his hold, trying to her get footing, stifling her cries. Bill mocked her by exaggerated fake crying. Emily shrunk away from him, angering him further. "Gotta get as far away from old Bill as possible huh? Can't fucking stand me huh bitch? Well I can't stand your skank ass either bitch!" He yelled in her face. Emily closed her eyes and prayed for it to end soon.
"Am I finally the monster you make me out to be?" He demanded, shaking her by her hair. Emily swallowed thickly, sobbing quietly. Bill threw her to the floor and began pacing around her. "There's going to be some changes around here." He growled, stomping. "You're going to respect me, whether or not you love me. You're mine whether you like it or not and if you do anything that hurts that little baby." He warned, sliding his finger across his neck.
"Please Bill." She choked out, barely audible. She looked up at him with tearful pleading eyes.
Bill stopped himself from kicking her. He punched the wall repeatedly. "This should be you!" He yelled, glaring daggers at her.
Emily backed away from him until her back was against the bed. "Listen to me." She whispered, shaking uncontrollably.
"Listen to you?" He balked, crouching beside her. She could smell the beer on his breath, her stomach churned.
"Something changed in me." She said, her voice faltering. Bill sneered and looked away for a moment. "When I saw I was pregnant..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. This was a last ditch effort of survival. "I was scared." She sobbed. Bill set his jaw, his teeth hurt. "I had time to think about the...life...growing inside of me." She ran a shaking hand through her matted hair. "I want the very best for it." She said holding back sobs. Bill narrowed his eyes, thinking it was another trick of hers. "You have to stop this. You're not just hurting me anymore." She said tensely. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I want our child to have both parents, that love and respect each other. You know Bill if you hadn't done all this, we probably would have ended up together anyway..." Emily tearfully said, her hands in her lap. "Now I know you're full of shit, Emily." He spat, slurring a little.
"Why would you believe me anymore huh?" She laughed humorlessly. "I had a change of heart now that I'm pregnant. I see what you've been saying all along. Is it too late for that, Bill?" She asked, searching his face for answers. Her stomach in knots. "I want to be your wife. I want to be a mom to our kids. Please, let's have a do over." She begged, tentatively reaching for his balled fist. He pulled away, eyeing her suspiciously. "Date me, let's get to know each other, then have a vow renewal or something." She offered, her stomach flopping. She couldn't believe she was begging him for this. His affections were better than whatever the hell this was.
"Do you take me for a fool? You would kill me and my baby the second you got the chance." He snarled acidly.
Emily let the dam break, tears flooded down her face. "I want to be a family." She cried. "I wouldn't hurt our baby, I love the baby. I love you." She cried.
Bill got up and left the room, slamming the door do hard it bounced back open. Emily let out a terrified shriek. She shook and pulled her knees to her chest. Was she that bad of a liar? She wondered in terror.