---- 21_I was pregnant? Faith Alpha Dorian didn't stay in my room for more than about two minutes, and neither did he try to check if I'm really asleep or just faking. | would expect a man like him to shake my body until | bolt upright, so he can look into my eyes when he threatens me, but that didn't happen either. And once he left, | couldn't get his words out of my head. They kept echoing in my mind like an unstoppable record, over and over again, and sadly, they still do. Honestly, | couldn't care less about his promise to make my life a living hell. Sure, kudos for going out of his way to come here and threaten me in person, but jokes on him because my own father has already ensured my life is nothing less than exactly what Dorian is promising. ---- What still strikes me the most are his words about the "bastard" | was supposedly carrying and how it's gone. My breath hitches, as | get flashbacks to that room, the coldness of the metal table | was placed on as it seeped through the thin sheet. Tears fill my eyes, and invisible claws clutch my heart as my trembling hand slides under the thin covers and barely touches my lower belly. | was pregnant? How? | took the morning-after pill just to make sure that awful night wouldn't leave lasting consequences. The hypothetical child wouldn't be guilty of the crimes their father committed, but the more | think about this possibility, the more | understand that | couldn't love the poor baby. Perhaps other women can find the strength within themselves, but | can't picture myself loving the innocent soul. | hate myself for hating the thought of carrying a rapist's baby. ---- To hell, even if | learned to love the child in some alternate reality - what could | provide for it? A loving family? A wonderful grandfather? A caring pack? None of that would be possible. | have nothing but my father's name. | haven't worked a day in my life, and no matter how many times | cried and begged my father to let me, for the sake of savings, he wouldn't allow me to. Now | see it was just another thing he used to control me. So what could someone like me offer to an innocent soul? After what seems to be hours of destructive thoughts, | pull my hand away from my belly as if my skin burned it and sit up in bed. | ignore the pain shooting through my body as | push my legs to the side of the bed and throw them over. The most reasonable thing to do would be to find a staff member. My mind is tormenting me, telling me any number of other things could have happened while | was knocked out on that table. Like maybe they took away my ability to Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!