Triple Claim: Runaway With The Biker’s Baby

5

Zara

TWO AND A HALF YEARS YEARS LATER

“Please don’t hurt her!” I cried out desperately, struggling to get off the ground to rescue my screeching child from Troy’s tight hold, but Troy pushed me again, slapping me hard.

“Troy, please. Just don’t hurt her, I’m begging you.” I sobbed hard, regret deep in my heart. I should have left before this abuse got to this extent. But stupid me, I kept hoping he’d change, that we could make it work. But now that I’ve finally woken up, it might be too late, because my husband, Troy, was threatening to kill my child and from the looks of things, he meant it this time.

“Your barren scum, I’m tired of staring at another man’s bastard every damn day. It’s been over a year and you’re yet to give me a child of my own. Tell me, why shouldn’t I kill off this bastard who loves to cry so much and eat way too much?!” He demanded sharply, shaking Aliyah hard and scowling at her crying face with so much disgust.

I wasn’t barren, that was a ridiculous notion cause i literally birthed Aliyah almost two years ago. Aliyah was a product of that night I spent with Kael, and for the past six months since my marriage worsened, I always find myself wondering how Kael would react should he see me and his child in such a situation now. Would he be furious or would he not give two f***s? He probably has a wife and kid now anyway.

Troy was drunk, he was always drunk these days, and he says a lot of stupid things when drunk. And he’s also very dangerous when drunk, so I knew I had to pick my words carefully.

“We’ll have a child soon, I’ll get off the birth control once Aliyah is older and you find another job.” I breathed out as softly and convincingly as I could as I attempted to reach for my crying child.

Troy shoved me hard again.

It was never this bad. He was once the most perfect, charming gentleman before we got married a year ago. He loved Aaliyah so much when we met, and I believed he’d be a perfect father for her. But months into the marriage, he lost his job, grew short tempered, and that was when it all started. It was a slap at first, then slowly, it got worse as he began to drink.

“So you’re still taking those f*****g pills? Didn’t I ask you to get off them?” He demanded sharply and I cussed myself out internally because I had just slipped up. He was never supposed to know I kept taking them in secret despite him asking me not to. But how could I not? We were in no state to have another baby yet. He didn’t have a job and hadn’t contributed to the household in about six months.

“No, Troy, I—“ I was still speaking when he suddenly carelessly discarded Aliyah on the nearest couch and I screamed, my heart flying into my throat because she almost hit the table beside the couch but thankfully landed on the couch. Aliyah was crying hard, her little hands stretched out to me.

“Mommy!” She cried and I rushed towards her but Troy was wrenching me back by pulling hard on my hair, making me cry out in intense pain. My daughter was screaming for me, but Troy was keeping me away from her. “You f*****g b***h, I’ll kill you today! Why the f**k are you still taking the pills??”

“I’m sorry.” I sobbed weakly, echoing the words over and over again, feeling drained of all my strength. My only concern right now is my baby. I want to protect her from the monster my husband has become. Screaming for help was pointless, the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

“No, you’re not.” He bit out before letting go of me and heading for Aaliyah.

“Maybe if I really kill Aliyah, you’ll not take the damn pills again because you’ll also be childless too.” He barked.

A scream left my throat when he wrapped his hands around Aliyah’s throat, and an invisible force surged through my veins. I grabbed the flower vase and hurled it at Troy’s head with all my might, and he stiffened before slowly letting Aliyah go. She raced toward me with a terrified cry while Troy slowly fell to his knees, blood tricking down the side of his forehead.

I felt terrified by what just happened, and my hands shook hard as I pulled my daughter into my chest and cried. She clung to me tightly, shaking from fear and I felt useless as hell cause clearly, I’ve failed in protecting her. A minute late and Troy might have really killed her.

“I’m so sorry, Aliyah. So sorry your useless mommy is putting you through this.” I whispered through my sobs, then I forced myself off the ground with all my strength. I was putting my daughter through so much trauma, her having to experience such at such a young age.

Troy was slumped against the couch, still conscious but in too much pain to speak.

Not ready to take any chance, I lifted Aliyah up. I had no time to waste and raced towards the door, grabbing the car keys along with me. I had no idea of where I was gonna go. I had no one to call for help around here, no friends at all. The few friends I had before marrying Troy, he made me end things with them while convincing me they were fake.

After successfully unlocking the door, I almost cried in relief.

Barely three steps later, I was being grabbed and hurled into the house. My screams and struggles were pointless. And now, Troy was more furious.

“You useless b***h, after I did you a favor by marrying you despite having a child whom the father definitely rejected? Despite me housing a bastard? Trying to run away, huh?!”He climbed atop me and slapped me until I lost count.

“I regret marrying you. You’ve grown proud since I lost my job. I’ll teach you a lesson.” He growled as he finally got off me. This is all my fault and none of Aliyah’s, so I deserve all this beating. I was the one who got married to him a month after meeting him after all.

How stupid and foolish of me. That’s something I’ve regretted so much for the past six months.

I watched weakly as Troy walked off and re-emerged with my card, pocketing it. He also held a towel to his bleeding head.

“I’ll be leaving for two weeks. You’ll be locked up in here with your bastard.” He revealed and panicked because there was no food at home and Aliyah needed food. I wasn’t important here, Aliyah is.

I begged him to please buy some food for Aliyah before leaving at least, but he ignored me.

“I’ll take your phone as well. You’ll realize that at the end, you hand no one but me.”

After that, he left with my card and phone, locking us in from the outside. He took all the spare keys as well.

I felt doomed and terrified as hell, while regret and dread filled my insides.

Two weeks? How would we survive? I couldn’t even call anyone for help because he took my phone with him.

But who could I even call? I have no friends.

My family? After I fled from the town overnight, I cut everyone off so I could be able to properly put that life behind me and move on.

I regretted doing that so much at different moments, but I could never bring myself to call them, feeling too mortified, cause I was in a situation worse than I was back then. But right now that Troy clearly intends for us to die, I’d willingly swallow my pride and call my older brother for help. Even though he’d be mad at me for cutting him off two years ago, he’d undoubtedly come to my rescue instantly.

But unfortunately, my phone wasn’t here.

As my mind kept wandering, it felt like a bulb suddenly went off in my head as something hit me square in the chest.

The house phone.

We have a house phone!

Oh my goodness, how did I forget…

As hope blossomed in my heart, I got off the couch and pushed through the pain within me, dragging myself to the kitchen where the wire phone was at. As I picked the phone up, I typed in Micah’s phone number. I knew it at heart, having memorized it ages ago.

Static sounds filtered through my ear, and I held my breath right before Micah’s deep familiar voice filled my ear.

“Hello? Who is this?”

A sob left my throat at once as I broke down. “M- Micah…”

When I sat and pulled my daughter into my arms again, renewed hope was sitting heavily in my chest. My brother was coming to save us. After I broke down and told Micah everything, to say he was shocked was an understatement, and he assured us we’d be saved in no time and to hang on until then.

“We’ll be saved soon, okay? Your uncle is coming to get us.” I murmured quietly to Aaliyah and she nodded even though I was sure she didn’t understand me.

As my daughter drifted off to sleep, deep hatred seeped into my chest towards Troy. I hated him, with every fiber in me.

After what I felt like forever, the pain in my body and the effects of the pain meds I used, ended up pulling me to sleep.

However, I jolted awake to the sound of the door being kicked down. I gasped in fear, inching back on the couch my daughter and I were hurdled in.

My daughter, now awake, was already panicking and I was about to scream when the door got kicked down, and as a bellow of dust filled the doorway, a figure walked through the middle of it.

I gasped in utter shock as soon as my eyes settled on my savior. My heartbeat stopped and I felt like fainting from shock.

It wasn’t Micah, my brother.

It was Kael, his best friend and Aliyah’s father.