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"Cole, I think that's enough alcohol for tonight." I say rubbing my swollen belly and wincing at the same time when I felt her kick. The slamming of glass is heard as it makes contact with the floor and I hear the plate fall of off the the table. I jump a little in fear and know that the comment towards Cole set him off. "You do not tell me what to do!" He says with a seething expression I flinch at the tone of voice he's used on me before I was pregnant, and all the beatings came night after night. I hear a screech of the chair moving back and no later then a second the chair dropped and I heard footsteps walking my way at the end of the table. My chair is jerked back with so much force that I almost fell off. Cole has his hands on both sides of where I'm sitting and his face is now at the same level as mine and I can smell his alcoholic breath reaching my nose. "You're lucky your pregnant." Cole flares his nostrils, "If not I would've had you on the ground. Bleeding so hard you wouldn't be able to walk, as soon as that heir comes out I'm taking her with me Isabella." He spats out A loud smack sliced through our quiet home. Cole has his head turned, his cheek the color of blood red after I slapped him. I didnt even process what I had just did. My brown eyes are opened wide and in less than a second his hand slaps me across the face and yanks me by my hair dropping me off my chair. My first instinct goes towards my baby girl who's cradled in my stomach, I curl up in a fetal position as much as I can to protect my baby from the raging wolf who is her father. Cole releases my hair when he notices me protecting the child we made eight months back but not out of love. Cole kneels down and wipes away the stray hair that was dangling in front of my face after he had pulled on it and knocked me back in the process. Panic- stricken tears is all I feel trail down my cheeks, salty wet tears that don't save me from this monster of a man who made me suffer for two-years with constant beatings and betrayal. "O..-oh baby...please stop..I'm..-I'm sorry so sorry izzy please no more crying baby." he says rocking me back and fourth on his lap. His emotions ran haywire and they were in all kinds of different places as he drank his nights away and drowned himself in pools of alcohol. Minutes pass and the rocking stops. Cole is passed out from the alcohol he consumed and we were laid on the floor with his face above my cleavage and I slip away as quietly as I possibly can with my ginormous belly. I immediately head towards the bedroom which has my clothes and a baby bag prepared for when the baby was born any day now. I pack as much necessities and money as I can and head back towards the living room as stealthily as possible to get the keys to Coles truck. I double check everything and head out through the garage. By the time I turn on the truck and leave the two story house, I'm sweating like I did the biggest run of my life. I breath a sigh of relief when I head towards the outskirts of town.