Chapter 7 % By dawn , I had packed my things and made my way downstairs with my suitcase . That's when I saw them . Beckett was sitting by Delaney , gently feeding her soup . Before I could say a word , he looked up and panicked when he saw me . He quickly set the bowl down , his face stiff as he scrambled to explain . " Delaney didn't have much appetite this morning . I just made her some broth to help her feel better . " > I nodded blandly and reached for my suitcase . That's when he noticed it . His expression darkened instantly the hell is this ? " he snapped . " You're leaving ? Just because I made her a bowl of soup ? " He grabbed my suitcase from me , his expression darkening . " I glanced at the red marks scattered across his neck and a wave of nausea rolled through me . " " Just soup ? " I said coldly . " You might want to check yourself in the mirror . " } Beckett instantly raised his hand to his neck , trying to cover the evidence . " Mosquitoes , " he muttered . " There were so many last night ." I let out a bitter laugh and turned away . Not worth a response . > But my silence only seemed to fuel his anger . } " I said it was mosquito bites . Can you stop being so jealous all the time ?! " he barked . } Then , in a sudden fit of rage , he slammed the suitcase to the floor . I flinched and instinctively covered my belly . His face shifted when he saw the gesture - guilt flashing for a split second - but before he could say anything , Delaney's voice floated over sweetly . " " Beckett , this is partly my fault too . Let me apologize to Evelyn . " } She walked over with the same soup bowl , her voice dripping with false kindness . " Evelyn , don't be upset . You can have the soup . I don't mind . " } I looked down and saw the faint imprint of her lipstick on the rim . " Get that thing away from me ! " I snarled , shoving the bowl aside . It hit the ground and shattered , hot liquid spilling everywhere . Delaney shrieked . " Beckett , it hurts ! " she cried dramatically , holding out her hand with a tiny red mark that was barely visible . Beckett's eyes darkened . He soothed Delaney first , then stood up and stormed toward me , grabbing my arm . I struggled , trying to pull away , but he ignored it and keep dragged me into the kitchen . His expression twisted with rage . " Didn't I tell you to be more understanding ? She was trying to be nice and you attacked her ! " You need to learn a lesson ! " His tone terrifying . D Before I could react , he shoved my hand into a pot of steaming soup - still hot , still burning at seventy degrees . I screamed . The pain was immediate and excruciating , tears streaming down my face uncontrollably . When he finally let go , I collapsed to the floor , shaking . " He loomed over me coldly . " This was just a warning . Hurt Delaney again and I won't be so gentle . " In that moment , Beckett felt like the devil himself - his presence terrified me to my core . ) The burning pain in my hand brought fresh tears streaming down my face . Seeing this , Beckett's expression softened slightly . He reached out , as if to touch me , but I flinched away in fear.§ He caught my wrist again . " Are you scared of me ? " There was a flicker of something in his eyes - maybe guilt , maybe regret . I don't know . } } Before he could say another word , Delaney called out from the hallway . Without hesitation , Beckett dropped my arm and ran to her . The sudden release made me fall again , hitting the floor hard . A sharp pain shot through my abdomen and warm blood began to flow down my thighs . Fear consumed me . " Beckett . I gasped , my voice trembling . " The baby … " He didn't even turn around 2 " Don't you dare use the baby to guilt - trip me , " he snapped . " You just hurt Delaney and I haven't forgiven you for that . Right now , you and that child don't matter compared to her ." And just like that , he swept Delaney into his arms and disappeared down the hallway.§ Leaving me alone.E Me and our baby I couldn't even scream for help . All I could do was cry . Silent , aching tears . Pain gripped me from two directions - my burned hand and the & agony in my belly - and I could feel myself slipping , falling . Beckett had chosen her - again . Even when all she had was a damn surface burn and that our child might die . " With what little strength I had left , I reached for my phone and dialed 911. % Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!