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Tonight would be the last night, she told herself as she folded clothes;as she put them in her suitcase. Tonight would be the last night, she told herself, as she began to collect her personal and most treasured belongings.
Tonight would be the last night, she told herself. He would hit me no more. This was the last night with my so called husband.
But even as she told herself this, she couldn't help the sinking feeling of dread as the time went by. If she didn't free herself from this man tonight, he would kill her. He would beat her to death, and she knew it.
Tonight had to be the last night here, because this chance for safety wasn't just for herself. It was for her what rested in her womb;her baby. Her precious baby.
If she didn't wanna live for herself, she was going to live for this baby. Her precious, precious, baby...She would go far, far away from here for the chance of a better life. She would get a little house, far far away, and she would raise this baby by herself, and they would be happy, away from abuse.
If it was a girl, she would name the baby Josie. If the baby was a boy, she would name him Kenneth;it was her father's name, and she thought it fitting.
But alas, she wouldn't know until she gave birth to the sweet babe;she wanted it to be a surprise. Placing a hand on her small bump, she smiled for what seemed like the very first time since her marriage to Christopher. Tonight would be the last night.
But it wasn't the last night. Chris Walker came home from work last night, and while Nina Walker showered, he discovered her suitcase hidden underneath the bed, and unpacked for her. He put everything back where it was, where it had been, and left the now empty suitcase on their nicely made bed, before he went back into the kitchen to get himself a beer, and watch some well deserved t.v.
And as Nina stepped out of the shower and admired her little baby bump, she couldn't help but smile;tonight would be the last night. But it wasn't the last night;and she knew this when she stepped into her room with a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body as she spotted the suitcase, just laying on the black blanket. She felt sick. She felt sorrow;the monster knew.
And as she got dressed and put on purple robe, she shook. Nina shook because the man she once loved but now feared knew everything. Tonight would not be the last night of abuse.
Tonight would surely be the last night of her life. Or worse...Both hands quickly wrapped around her swollen stomach protectively as her eyelids clenched shut. Dear God, she prayed, Help me. But no help came to this woman this night.
She was alone.
"Niiiiiiina," he called, and if it were possible, she shook even more than before. Oh my God. Please, please, please, no..He was drunk already. It always happened when he was drunk.
"Baby?" He called again, so sickly sweet, and she gave a small sob as she listened to their bedroom door creak open. She held on her unborn babe even tighter. I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Mommy loves you. she said to the baby as he drew closer. "Oh, Nina," he said as he finally reached her, tacking a hold of one of her wet brown hair. He ran his thumb over it before leaning in and breathing into her hair, sighing as if he were content. Perhaps he was. He always seemed like the man she married sometimes. Sometimes in these moments, she saw him the way he used to be;he used to be silly and sweet and protective. But then the anger settled in, an anger not even Nina's love could vanquish. "Aren't you happy here with me? I'm good to you. You have a fuckin' roof over your head, you eat, you bathe, you have clothes. Why do you have to be such an ungrateful bitch?" He whipped her around so she could face him, and their eyes locked.
Nina remembered when she used to think Chris was the most beautiful man in the world. With his high cheek bones, full lips, strong jaw and big beautiful moss orbs, he was what woman wanted in a husband, and what married woman dreamed of. But he was no longer beautiful to her;he was ugly, just like his heart. Tears forced her gaze to become blurry. His hand quickly went down to her stomach, and he pushed against it roughly, causing her to sob. "Look at what I've given you, Nina! Without my sperm, you wouldn't have this, now would you? I did this for you. I gave you this. But you still wanna leave me? After all I've done for you?" He shoved her backwards, and on to the bed where he crawled up on top of her, trapping her arms way above her head with just one, firm, hand.
His other hand began to slip inside of her rob where he played with her soft breasts roughly, before his hand began to slip down farther. He played with the lace of her panties. "Please, Chris.." She sobbed, eyes shut as tear fell from the corner of her eyes, soaking her eyelashes, but the man did not listen."No one's going to be able to fuck you like I do. No one's going to be able to provide for you like I do."
He continued to toy with her body in what should have been pleasurable. But there was no beauty and pleasure in forcing someone to have sex with you when they didn't want it.
There was no beauty in rape.
