You sat in the kitchen, eager to share her pregnancy news. John came home, reeking of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" she asked. "So what if I have?" he snapped.

You tried to tell him the news, but he slapped her. "J-John," she stuttered.

Suddenly John punched her stomach. "Please stop," she begged. He kept hitting her, smiling.

As he walked away, she whispered, "I'm pregnant." Everything went black.