All American Girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS
'No way David. No way, that is so not an option.'
'It is an option Sam,' he said 'and I won't rest until you agree.'
'Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you won't get to rest. I'll never agree! I'm not killing my baby, not now not ever.' OK so maybe not the best comeback, but I wasn't thinking straight. Abortion? Me? My baby? David forcing me? It was all too much, way to much, I was in a state of overload.
'You will, Sam.' He said in a way which scared me 'I'll make you.' His face started to turn red. 'I won't rest Sam, not until you kill this baby.'
'I'm not David!' I yelled, standing up and taking my bag
'You are,' He protested, 'stop yelling! Sit down and shut up, OK? Shut up. You will do this; I'll kill you if I have to. I'm not letting you have this baby.'
'Well I am, and that's the end of it, OK?' I said walking out of the room. David followed me, and unexpectedly shoved a sweaty hand across my mouth. Pulling me back into the room and pushing me against the wall, he whispered in my ear, 'Samantha, you will not have this baby.' Then, punching me in the stomach, where my tender little unborn child lived, he walked briskly away giving me a glare that said "If you tell" and "You better do what I say". The impact of the punch sent my front barreling over my legs and as I clutched me stomach, now bruised and swollen, I felt a wet, sloppy tear fall down my face. I gasped for air wondering what David had turned into. He used to be cute, sweet, a geeky gorgeous boy. Now, as I slid down the pale yellow wall of the restaurant, clutching my stomach, I wonder why my life had turned into something so different and scary.
'Why?' I whispered through choking tears 'Why?'