Your damp eyes avoided the piercing blue ones staring down at you like there was a blaring red target stamped on your face. His warm breath huffed against you, seething, like an animal. Your once caring husband seeming to have been a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

His strong fist punched the wall space right next to your face, you could hear the split of the dry wall from the action. His brows were in a hard jagged furrow. His body trapped you against the wall.

It all happened so fast, his swift stalking towards you. The way he locked the bedroom door after viscously slamming it. It was as if the walls were still rattling from the impact.

“You’re pregnant.” It wasn’t a question. Rather a statement. A warning of what was to come. He must’ve found the pregnancy test. You knew you should’ve disposed of it, but you had wanted it for keepsake.

The pregnancy wasn’t planned. Obviously. But it takes two people to make a child. It’s not all your fault. David is too blinded by hot white anger to think of that though. He’d much rather blame you, get his anger out.

“How long have you known?” He growled in your ear, hot breath hitting against your supple neck. The bite in his words not masked by his whispered tone.