Chapter Nine: The Endless Nightmare

Kelly couldn't seem to sleep that night. She was tossing and turning in the uncomfortable bed, and having an IV already in her arm made the sleep even less relaxing. She kept having more and more nightmares as the night went on.

Kelly Como had trouble sleeping, because of the awful cramps that wouldn't stop because of her pregnancy. As she went downstairs to get a drink of water, she couldn't hear the noise of the television from the living room, and the smell of the liquor from her mouth had already reached where Kelly was standing. The cramps were getting even worse for the thirteen-year old girl, and they hurt so much they were the cause for her to start crying.

"What are you doing up?" bellowed Rhonda Como. "It's three o'clock in the morning. And what the hell are you sobbing over?"

"I have really bad cramps, mom." answered Kelly.

"Well that's too bad for you." retorted Rhonda. Knowing that her daughter was pregnant at thirteen didn't make the situation any better. "Maybe if you wouldn't have had sex and ended up pregnant you wouldn't be having these cramps. Hopefully you've learned your lesson, my dear."

"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you what really happened?"

"Not enough to make me believe that it's the real truth."

"Mom, I swear to God I didn't want to have sex. I was raped, don't you understand."

"What, so now you keep saying you were raped for an excuse to being pregnant? If you were raped, then why didn't you run off and get an abortion at the free clinic?"

"Mom, I already told you. I found out when I was four months along. That's too late to get an abortion. I wouldn't even choose to terminate the pregnancy if I could have anyways."

"You filthy little slut, you think that life is so easy. You think that you can move on with delivering a baby and not even worry about anything. What, do you think that I'm really going to take care of that little thing inside of you; hell no."

"I'm going to put the baby up for adoption."

"No you're not. You have consequences to pay, and I will, don't think I won't, but I will make you pay them. I'm not going to let you get on will life so easy like that, Kelly. Life doesn't work that way."

"I don't care what you say, mom."

"Oh, don't you dare talk back to me, because I will not tolerate that in this household. Kelly, I had to raise your stupid self for the past thirteen years, and you have never accepted the fact that you were lucky that I didn't get an abortion, because I chose to have you. I chose to keep the daughter of a rapist. That was my decision. But now, I regret making that decision. It's too late to kill you now, because that would be called murder." The smell from the bottle of vodka she was drinking had gotten even closer to Kelly.

"Just stop, mom, please!"

"No, you are the daughter of a rapist. I should have killed you, Kelly. I really should have. Your father was the biggest son of a bitch I've ever met, and you, my dear, have already inherited half of his genes. That's not my fault that I was raped, but it was your own fault that you had to be born."

"Ouch!" Kelly yelped; the cramps were so horrible that screaming would have explained how much pain she was going through.

"I hope you learned the lesson, Kelly. You are never going to ever have sex ever again! You made the biggest mistakes of your life! You will pay for this, for having sex and ending up pregnant!"

"I told you I didn't want to! I didn't do anything wrong! This man made me mom, I was raped!"

"No you weren't!"

"Yes I was!"

Within a matter of seconds, the bottle of vodka that Rhonda had been drinking had slipped out of her hands and fallen on the hardwood floor. You could see all the bits and pieces that it was now into, although the only part of the bottle that was left was the sharp edge. Unsurprisingly, Rhonda took the sharp edge and picked it up with her right hand.

"Mom, please don't! I told you I didn't do anything wrong! It's not fault that I have a baby growing inside of me! I was raped, I was raped, mom!"

Rhonda took her left hand and hit her daughter across her arm, and then took the bottle of vodka and stroked Kelly across her forehead. It was bleeding like crazy, when Rhonda grabbed Kelly by her hand and threw her across the kitchen wall. Rhonda then took her hand again, and kept slapping her over and over.

"I'm going to kill that baby as well as you! I don't care what you say! I changed my mind, you little whore; you shouldn't have to keep the baby! You should just die along with that little child of yours! Because I've had enough of you, Kelly; I've had enough of you and your damn lies!"

Before it was too late, Kelly emerged out of the captivity she was in right now. She hurriedly ran out of the kitchen door, into the sleeping neighborhood that was unable to hear all the commotion coming from the Como's house. She ran across the street, not sure of where to go. She hid behind a car when she had noticed her mom walk out of the house, as if nothing had happened. She witnessed her go into her green Subaru that was parked in front of their house, as her mother drove off. It was evident where she was going; to Smith's, the bar where she spent almost all of her life at.

The tears almost hurt to escape from her eyes, which had the haunted look of fear in them. The cramps were worse. And she was clueless of where to go; just anywhere where she would never see her mother again.

Kelly could feel the blood gushing out of her, and it hurt to look at all of it. Once she would take a glimpse at it, there would be a flashback of what had happened just within five minutes before.

"Where the hell should I go?" she mumbled to herself. Anyone could have noticed the worried sound in her voice, the voice that kept crying instead of speaking.

At that moment, Kelly started to run as fast as she could. Even though it hurt to ran, she just told herself that she had to. It didn't matter if her body didn't cooperate with the speed she wanted to run at; she just had to run. She had to get away from her mother.

After about a half of an hour, Kelly gave up. She was practically screaming out her lungs when she noticed that Central Park was only a second away from where she was standing. She could hear no cars, and no voices or sounds of movement, so she ran up to the park, and stopped. It was a relief to stop the running; it hurt to even move now. Kelly then took a seat on the dirty ground; she didn't give a care if she got her new pants dirty.

"Would someone please help me! Please, help!" she screeched. "Help!"

"Chris, I just love taking a 4:00 run every morning, don't you?" questioned a young woman, Monica, to her husband, Chris.

"I only do this for you, Monica. I'm not exactly the one who enjoys getting up at 3:45 just to run." Chris replied.

"Oh, come on, Chris. You go to work at 5. Don't try to tell me that you never get up at 3:45."

"Okay, sometimes I do. Just not for running. But you are right; this is good for my exercise. Sitting and doing paperwork for the whole entire day doesn't increase the amount of exercise I get."

Even from a far away distance, the young couple could hear the screams coming from thirteen-year old Kelly Como. They were able to decipher that the echoes coming from her were shrieks for help.

"Hello?" shouted Chris. Monica and him tried to follow the path that the yelps from the girl were coming from.

"Please, help me!" Even though she sounded from a distant, they were able to follow where she was coming from.

"Just stay right there! We're coming to help!" hollered Monica.

Monica and Chris quickly ran up to where Kelly was, and they noticed her sitting alone, covered with blood, unable to move, and they could see from her swollen stomach that she was pregnant.

"Chris, call 911!" Monica said. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we're going to get some help." she said, trying to call Kelly down.

"Damn it, I don't have my cell phone with me. I'll be right back."

Once Monica turned around toward to Kelly, she could see that Kelly was unconscious. "Stay with me, honey, stay with me!"

"I can hardly stay awake…." Kelly responded, as her words began to slowly fade away.

"Stay awake for me, stay awake!"

The rest of the nightmare was a blur to Kelly, but it would not stop playing in her mind. The nightmare was endless in her head, and as the clock kept ticking she kept tossing and turning, again.

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