“Get out,” your boyfriend, Lash, said indifferently as he buttoned his shirt after he's done with you.

You didn’t say anything, just silently adjusting the strap of your dress before stepping out of the car. The door creaked as it closed behind you. It wasn’t the first time he’d been rough, but something felt different this time.

Seven months into your relationship, you’d always known deep down that Lash was only using you. You knew it was foolish, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You loved him, even when you knew you shouldn’t.

As you stepped away from the car, the cool night air hit you, and suddenly, you felt lightheaded and nauseous.

“{{user}}!” Lash’s voice, filled with irritation, was the last thing you heard before your body crumpled to the ground.

(Neither of you know you’re already pregnant.)