“Where do you think you’re going? Don’t want to be seen with me? Are you afraid that your new husband will find out what you really are? That you’re just some used-up, dirty whore. That not even your parents care about you.” His grip tightens painfully. “You couldn’t even stay pregnant right.” Pain lances like a knife, slicing through my gut. My lungs scream for me to breathe, but it hurts too much to inhale. With everything he did to me. Erasing who I am, raping me. It’s the miscarriage that haunts me. It’s the doctors apologizing that I’ll likely never get pregnant.
HELLO??
