The contract

Everything I had ever dreamt was beginning to become reality, what I didn’t realize is that my nightmares were becoming reality as well. I would say it over and over I wanted to keep the baby, even if it meant remembering him. “All I am saying is you should tell your mom Samantha.” “Alright Marissa I will get right on that, while I am at it I might as well set the appointment up for an abortion.” I wanted more than anything to tell my mother but I knew she would be against me having let alone keeping the baby. “What if something happens to it because you don’t know what you are doing?” Marissa asked seemingly concerned. “I can handle this Marissa, I don’t need anyone who doesn’t support my decision around during my pregnancy. He left knowing I was pregnant, and how is my mother knowing going to help? You know damn well she won’t allow me to keep it.” “He wouldn’t have been any help anyway, he was a bum he couldn’t even keep a job. He treated you like property you weren’t allowed to do anything. And as for your mother, she can no longer force you to do anything you are having a baby.” “You act like that would matter to her she couldn’t possibly care any less about me.” “That isn’t true.” “How isn’t it? All she cares about is her perfect appearance.” “Okay then don’t tell her, but you better go to the doctor and make sure you and the baby are healthy.” “Well duh, Marissa do you really think I am not going to take care of this baby?” “I know you will take care of your baby. I just want you and the baby to have a good life.” “And we will but I gotta run or I will be late getting home.” “See you tomorrow, bye.” “Bye.” I stormed down the old empty hall of my high school. If I was late getting home my mother would know something was up, unless she was still busy entertaining my egotistical, manipulative step-father. She was always trying to please him even though it was impossible. My head won’t stop spinning I can’t even think of what I am going to say when mother asks me about my day. I want to tell her about what he did to me, how much he hurt me and how scared I am he will come back. I turned eighteen only a month ago and found out I was two weeks pregnant that same day. When I told Jake I was pregnant he ran he just left, I haven’t talked to him since. I respected him enough to tell him even though what he did to me was the worst thing he could of done. I can’t stop remembering the night of the party... “Samantha, do you want a drink I can get you one?” “Jake I am fine I don’t want to end up too trashed.” He went and grabbed another cup of rum and coke and held it up to me. “Come on Sammy don’t be uptight.” He said handing me the cup, when I tried to push it away he grabbed me hard by my arm. “Ow Jake stop your hurting me.” “Drink it or else.” His eyes were cold as he stared into mine. I brought the cup to my lips to take a sip, but he pushed it up and forced me to chug it. I was already drunk and when he did that I felt my whole body go numb. I felt so strange my head was cloudy and I felt like everything was echoing. “I don’t feel too good.” I told Jake as I almost fell to the floor. “Maybe you should lay down, let’s go to my room.” Jake grabbed me and pulled me to his bedroom down the hall. He closed the door behind him when we walked in, he knew I didn’t like that. I was a virgin I had never even let a guy touch me, he knew this but he was all over me trying to push himself on me. “Jake stop.”I said as forceful as I could but he ignored me and kept pushing me harder down on the bed. I tried pushing him off of me and that’s when he hit me, he didn’t slap me he punched me in the face harder than I ever expected. “You will stay still and shut up.” “Please stop Jake I don’t want to do this.” He ignored me again, as he began to unzip my pants. He wasn’t gentle..He wasn’t loving..He was rough.... After he got all of my clothes off he just pulled his pants down and forced himself in. All I felt was pain and my body began to go numb, I tried to close my eyes but I couldn’t stop crying. After he was done he just left me there... That was the party and a couple weeks later I missed my period. When I told Jake he didn’t even look at me he just walked away, now he is gone.... I can see my house down the block it is the biggest house on the block so it stands out. I look down at my phone to see the time it’s already past six maybe mother will be in her study reading. When I opened the large wooden door it was quiet meaning mother was already in her study. I have no clue where my ass of a step-father could be but I don’t care. I made a sandwich and went to my room, all I want to do is lay down and breathe. By the time I make it up the overly exaggerated spiral staircase I already finished the sandwich. I walked into my large beautiful room, I love the balcony the most it’s my favorite place to draw. All I wanted though was to shower and go to sleep, art club was exhausting after sitting in class all day and that hour long walk home is ridiculous. I grabbed my pajama shorts and an old shirt and walked into my large bathroom. I set my stuff down and get undressed and quickly get into my shower. I just let the water run over me, I enjoy the feeling of the warm water pouring over my skin. I heard the door creek and I peaked out... “Daddy what are you doing in here I am showering.” I was required to call him daddy because my mother wouldn’t allow anything less. “I’m sorry Samantha I just wanted to ask you about your day.” I could hear the devious tone in his voice. Ever since my birthday he had been acting very strange. “It was fine daddy, how was yours?” “Same thing different day.” “Is that all you needed?” “Well there was one more thing.” I could hear his breathing pattern change as he walked closer to the shower. “What is it daddy?” I could feel myself shaking I didn’t know what to do. “Well I would like you to do something for me.” “What can I do for you?” I asked hesitantly. “Pleasure me.” He said it so blatantly like he had no fear at all, as if he wasn’t almost ten years older than me. How my mother managed to marry a 28 year old rich businessman I’d love to know. “Oh my god! What would mother say to this?” “Actually your mother knows and we have a contract, you will do as I please.” He opened the shower and stared at me, I tried to cover myself the best I could. “Please don’t do this.” “If you don’t obey Samantha you will be punished.” “What do you mean?” He slapped me hard across the face, I knew that’s what he meant. “Now do you understand.” “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I understand.” “Say yes daddy.” “Yes daddy.” “Now come here.” He held up his arms waiting for a hug...