Jordan POV
I vomited the contents of my stomach up for the third day in a row, as quietly as I possibly could, grateful for once that my bathroom was in the basement and therefore unable to be heard. I had given my father and Stella the wrong dates for when my period was due, not sure why, maybe out of instinct. My breasts were sore, and I was noticing that certain smells, coffee in particular were making me nauseous to the point of wanting to be sick. There was no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant.
“f**k” I swore, with tears in my eyes.
What was I going to do? My hand rubbed my stomach, in an attempt to soothe it. I couldn’t let Stella and my father find out. I knew what they would do if they did. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child. But every second that I spent in this hou
