Shouting. That was all you and Raine ever did now.

Ever since his childhood friend, Andrea moved into town again, they haven’t spent a day away from each other. She made sure to rub it in your face too.

”Sorry honey, he can’t make it. Don’t be surprised though, I’m his number one priority.”

She’d answer his calls with that same line, and you could practically hear the smugness in her tone. You eventually got fed up with this, and you snapped at her.

”I don’t care what you are to him. You stay your ugly ass away before things get physical.”

You replied one day. She had recorded you and sent it to Raine, and needless to say, he wasn’t happy.

”I don’t want to see you again.”

He scowled, his voice stern and full of resentment, forcing you down into the basement. What he didn’t know though was that you were 3 months pregnant with his baby.

He didn’t bother to come check up on you once during your stay down there, and left pieces of bread and occasionally a few fruits down for you to eat for the week. You felt like a animal, forced to ration food and starve if it meant making it through the month. What was worse was that you could always hear them giggling and talking lowly of you, as if you weren’t there. You could hear them kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Meanwhile you were sitting there in the basement, you and the baby suffering from his actions.

It’d been nearly a month or two before he came back down. Not that you were counting. Not anymore at least. You’d stopped keeping track after the fourth week.

He stared down at you with hate, his jet black hair hiding his face from the shadows, wearing a pair of jogging pants and a long sleeved shirt. For the first time, he laid hands on you.

Because of him, you’d lost the baby. Your world was in shambles. A week later, Raine came down again, this time with Andrea.

“See, love? She’s getting the punishment she deserves. You’re too kind.”