The ache grew and grew over the next few hours. When I started to scream out during the pain was when the old women came.
They helped me through the contractions.
My water spilling from me with a gush.
The pains felt harsher more deep.
Soon I could feel it. The pressure. It burned. The need to push far to great. I was told to not do anything yet.
"I need to push!" I screamed.
"No." The eldest one spoke with finality.
Minutes passed.
"Push" one of them said.
I pushed.
The sudden release of pressure evident.
I pushed again.
The head was out. I could feel it sticking out of me as I held myself steady over the birthing table in a squatting stance.
Again one final push. It was out.
I cried.
A babies cry soon echoed through the air. As the after birth was expelled from my body.
"Good job" the one woman told me.
"Such a shame it is a male" said one other.
The oldest one stated as she walked me to the bed.
"You may keep him with you till he is weaned then he will go to the mines to be a slave."
I later laid there with my newborn son in my arms. Wondering how his life will be. Not able to do the unthinkable and put him down. I slept.
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Stolen ~ Book #2
Short StoryGrowing up you learn things from everything around you. Your parents, siblings, events, and if you are lucky enough to be aloud to read books, I was not that lucky. I looked forward to going to Auction, to learn much more then my quite life offered...
