He fell back to the mattress and I rolled to my side. We lay there together with my head resting on his chest, both of us breathing hard and just cherishing one another. I felt so safe and loved in his arms. He placed his hand on my swollen belly then leaned down and kissed it.
“I love my girls.”
“And we love you.”
I did love him. This was the kind of love I’d always dreamed of having.
Sydney
It had been two months and things had been pure bliss. I was so in love with Damien, I couldn’t see straight. My room officially became our room.
Rubbing my belly, I looked down and couldn’t believe how big I’d gotten. When I walked, I waddled, and I had to pee all of the time. I swear the baby had to be sitting on my bladder.
We’d just gotten home from my last baby shower, and I was putting away the things for our baby. We couldn’t be more blessed. Our family and friends had showered us with all kinds of gifts. Our little girl was going to have everything she needed when she was born. We already had the bassinette set up in our room, and we were just waiting for her arrival, which was only two weeks away.
I had sent Damien out for ice cream. It didn’t matter that I had eaten a ton at the baby shower or that it was getting late. The baby wanted ice cream and the baby got what the baby wanted. We were both spoiled rotten.
I yawned loudly. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I seemed to get tired more often the further into the pregnancy I got.
The doorbell rang throughout the house. I sighed, putting the baby’s new clothes down to waddle down the stairs. Bee was working so I was alone and that left me to deal with whoever it was ringing the doorbell at this hour.
Opening the door, I didn’t look up until it was too late. Wes pushed his way in the door and grabbed me by the hair. “You fucking bitch, I knew I’d find you.”
My color drained from my face, the hairs on my neck stood up, and I began to shake. I couldn’t fight back because I was over eight months pregnant. I wouldn’t be able to beat him, but if I didn’t fight back, maybe he would give me a chance to get away.
“Why haven’t you returned my texts?”
“Please, Wes, stop. You’re my step-brother. I know you don’t want to do this.” I pleaded the best I could, but he had a lock on me and I couldn’t escape his grip.
“And look at you. You got yourself knocked up while you were here. I can tell you right now you’re giving that thing up. No way no how is my woman going to have a baby hanging off her tit.”
He had become so vile and crude. I just couldn’t believe it. “Why are you doing this?” He started to drag me, but I firmly planted my feet to the ground. I could hear the dogs going wild in the backyard. So much for getting Zoey to protect me from Wes. I wish I’d taken the time to let them in before going upstairs.
“You can’t flaunt your body and not expect me to want to sink balls deep into you. You need to stop pretending that our night together was one sided. If you didn’t want me, you wouldn’t have paraded around in your skimpy outfits.” His grip tightened on me. “It’s always about Sydney. The one night it was about me, you run and turn it into something ugly. You even won my father over. Guess what, Sydney? It’s not about you anymore. It’s about me and what I want. I want you. I love you. Can’t you see that?”
He thought the rape was a night of passion. He was truly a sick bastard. “I don’t fucking love you. I want to own you. You are mine, bitch. I should take you on the floor right here to claim you. Once I’m done with you, no one will want you. Because you are mine.”
He bent over and licked my face, his breath enveloping me in a gaseous cloud of vile heat. It smelled like a mixture of cheap whisky and not brushing his teeth for a week. He’d really digressed. I couldn’t take the smell any longer and the bile rose in my throat, and I vomited all over his shoes. “You’re going to clean that up, you cunt.”
Tears were now cascading down my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I had to protect my unborn baby and myself. He was such a monster and I was scared to death. “Please, I didn’t tell your dad that you raped me, but if you don’t’ let me go, I’m gonna say something.”
“Rape? What rape? You wanted it, and then you ran crying rape to make it all about you. Again. But it doesn’t matter because you won’t be able to tell anyone anything. The way I have it planned, you will never see daylight again.” He laughed in a menacing tone that sent chills down my spine.
He slapped me across the face. Hard. My head jerked and a rush of tears came in quick spurts.