I heard Carver talking about how the woman in the new group was carrying his baby. When I heard it, my heart shattered into a million pieces. I had cried for hours. How can Carver just force me to be pregnant then get another girl pregnant and want her baby more? I knew I should've run away months ago.

Right now, I walked up to see Carver talking to people, he was telling the Spanish guy to slap his daughter for speaking. I wanted to tell him to stop, but It's Carver, he's not going to comprehend it. After the man hit his daughter, everyone separated to go do what they were assigned. I walked up to Carver, "hey baby". "What?" I looked down, "do you like the other girl better than me?" He shrugged and turned around.

Carver is making me feel like I don't deserve to live anymore. I would end my life, but then I'd be killing an innocent baby along the way. I want to just escape this prison and get far far away from here. Maybe I can sneak away, but there's a heard coming, and Carver took away my weapons long ago.

I let out a little yelp of surprise, when the baby started kicking for the first time ever, letting me know that he or she was alive in there. "Can I come in?" Carver opened the door and looked at me as if he never wanted to see my face. Like I'm not worth his time. "What?" "I just wanted to tell you that the baby's kicking, I want to share the moment with his or her Daddy". He kneeled down and put his hand and ear to my stomach, feeling the little kicks of our baby.

After listening, he got up and kissed me aggressively. "I'm sorry baby. I thought you were carrying a dead baby before. You will never feel neglected again". I hugged him and kissed him on his jaw, too short to reach his lips without him crouching a bit.

I heard a moan and walked past Carver, seeing a man in a chair. He was with the new group that came. "Why're you hurting him?!" I walked over to him and started untying him, "baby you better stop". I shook my head, "no, you don't just hurt peop-". I fell onto my side after the blow to my head, unconscious.