Wendy
I rub my belly.
“It's okay. Daddy isn't mad at you. He just wants to protect you,” I whisper.
Of course I'm not, I'm nothing but your pet. Your toy. Your slave. This should've have happened—
“I know your father loves you. He's just new to this.”
I swallow. It's a mess. This whole thing. I actually was pretty excited about being pregnant.
I thought he would be to. He loves right? That's what he said. And he wanted to be with me. He gave everything to be with me.
So why wouldn't he be happy?
Probably because he hates me now. He pretends he doesn't but I see it, in his eyes. How empty they are now.
I just...I wanted him to love me. And I liked that he did. And I didn't want to risk giving my heart to him.
It was easier the way it was before. But little by little, he just becam
