You and I, Never to Meet Again

Just as I picked up the pill and hadn't swallowed it yet, the atmosphere around me grew cold.

In the next second, Aaron's large hand wrapped around mine.

He took the pill, and I tried to snatch it back.

But he shoved me hard against the wall.

"What is this?"

He stared at me, his eyes red like blood.

"Amanda, do you hate me so much that you'd kill our child?!"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with disappointment and rage, ready to spill over.

He hadn't been asleep; he had known all along that I was going to kill the baby.

So he was waiting, waiting for me to take action.

"Aaron... I..."

I tried to explain, but it seemed like he had reached his limit.

He threw me onto the bed.

My bones felt like they were about to shatter as he ripped off his shirt.

He pressed down on me.

"You don't want the baby. You don't want me to have any leverage over you, is that it?"

I... had lost all dignity.

But I didn't want to explain. I wouldn't tell him I was dying.

He was crazed, and all I remembered that night was pain.

Aaron wasn't satisfied with my reaction. He didn't stop until I started bleeding.

He left, without even looking at me.

He stripped me bare and left me lying on the bed. Not long after, a doctor came in.