After Favoring My Brother, My Mother Cried and Begged Me to Forgive Her

A month later.

Bruised and battered, I crouched on the floor, not far from the newly bought pregnancy test with two clear lines. I was pregnant.

It was two in the morning.

The man was somewhere having fun.

I sat on the floor, hugging my emaciated knees, reflecting on everything I had recently endured.

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, running down my injured cheeks, and a dense, stinging pain spread across my head.

The room was very dark.

I fell into a daze.

The next day...

I was woken by pain.

"How dare you lie in bed, sleeping soundly. Get up and get me something to eat."

The man had somehow appeared by the bed and dragged me off without mercy.

I fell to the ground.

The man seemed dissatisfied.

He kicked me hard.

"No!"

I covered my stomach and curled up, my face contorted in pain, suffering greatly.

The man ignored me and kicked me again.

"Playing the victim? Do you want to starve me?"

After saying that, he tried to kick me again.

I remembered the pregnancy test from the night before and clumsily avoided his attacks.

I thought he might calm down after eating, but instead, he ate while cursing.

"Damn it, I lost twenty thousand dollars last night."

I hid in the room, pretending not to hear his outburst.

Before long...

The sound of a plate shattering came from the living room.

I hurried out to check. The uneven cement floor was covered with ceramic shards, and everything on the table was gone.

The man started throwing a tantrum for no apparent reason, sweeping all the dishes off the table.

The next moment, the table was overturned.

"What are you hiding for? What are you hiding for?"

The man turned and saw me standing by the side. Enraged, he walked over and grabbed my hair.

With a heavy force...

I was thrown hard onto the sofa.

The sofa was small and old, unable to catch me.

I reached out but grabbed nothing, and could only fall to the floor, my shoulder hitting the hard cement floor with great pain.

It was not just my shoulder.

The bruises from the other day started aching again due to this action.

The man seemed to be having a fit. He came up, grabbed my hair, started kicking me, and finally slapped me hard.

The frequent domestic violence had made me accustomed to biting my lip and enduring. At first, I would cry and struggle, but later I realized it was useless; I couldn't escape it.

I didn't know how long it lasted.

The man finally stopped. My ears were filled with only my rapid breathing.

Now my whole body hurt, especially my abdomen. The intense pain made me sweat in the middle of winter. Even with my lips bitten until they bled, I couldn't stop the moans escaping my mouth.

I wanted to get up and go to the hospital.

As soon as I pushed against the floor, my whole body slammed back down, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself in the same spot.

The cold wind howled outside the window.

Inside the room, I was cold and in pain.