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It wasn’t the cool air, or the lack of sounds, or the presence of someone else in the roo in fro it Less than a second later, I felt a fist in my hair

“Get up and keep your ed me from the bed

As I arched, trying to relieve the pressure on my scalp, I pulled the blankets up over my pillow

“Fuckin’ bitch,” he hissed as he pulled me painfully to my feet “You think you’re safe here? You ain’t safe anywhere”

His breath was hot and wet and as I turned liht hand

“Baby ain’t in the crib Where’s the baby?” he asked, the point of the knife poking through the clothing at my ribs “Huh? Which room?”

So my eyes forward, I clenched ically, it strengthened me

“I’m not playin’ around with you Where’s the fuckin’ kid?”

Everything I’d done to that point, every e I’d burned, every relationship I’d ruined and leto say a single goddamn word Not one

Any parent would tell you that they’d die for their child I was one of the feould ever put that into action And honestly, I was ready

He was being quiet so he wouldn’t be caught I would be silent for a very different reason I couldn’t screaht him for the same reason Any noise could wake her up The only weapon I had was my silence

“Bitch, he wants you alive,” he said, sliding the knife alongand then the wetness “But he said to get that kid by any means necessary”

Silence

His hand went to his waist, and before I could brace ainstThe only sound in the room was a dull thud I didn’t even whimper

He paused Then, another hit Another pause Another hit, this one to my stomach

I wheezed as I instinctively curled forward and was pulled straight by the hand in my hair