***JASMINE'S POV***
I watched in horror as I was soaked in my own pool of blood. My stepdad seemed drunk or perhaps on drugs. After staying on the floor for what seemed like eternity, I sluggishly got up and cleaned up the place not wanting to leave any bloodstain to avoid suspicion from Sean.
I had miscarried the baby and I felt guilty but not sad because my initial plan was to terminate the pregnancy. At least it is not my fault that I lost the pregnancy, I was already terribly beated and the pain was mine to bear but an innocent live was terminated.
I lay in bed, shivering with fever. I was too weak to move, too weak to do anything. I could hear the front door open, and footsteps approach. "Jasmine?" a voice called. It was Sean and he was back from his basketball match.
"How are you
