Chapter 24. Typical Ace

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The nerve! I sniff, forcing my tears back. I wish I were stronger, then I would have stabbed him deeper, and he would have bled more. Who does he think he is? ordering me around and making decisions for me. I would accept everything; I can take it with a frown, but he has no right to force a child on me.

A baby, how can someone as broken as me carry an innocent child in her womb? Mama would be turning in her Grave, praying I become barren, and my breast become as dry as the dessert. Mama made sure I prayed every night, begging God to close my womb so I don't end up bringing another abomination, another sin into this world.

I stare at the door for a long time, fisting the fork in my hands, willing him to open the door so I could stab his neck instead. He doesn't of course, I know he is gone. I almost sit back down to finish my food, but I go back to the bedroom instead. I will scream the roof down if he tries to spank me when he comes back home.

I move t