Gabriella’s POV:
“GET UP YOU FAT b***h!” Tyron shouts, his hand hitting against my cheek in a quick thud. Based on the streak of red lining it’s edge I know I am bleeding. A quick flick of my tongue proves this and the metallic taste of my own blood fills my senses.
“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE DEAL WE HAD? YOU HAPPILY ANNOUNCE OUR PREGNANCY IN THE PAPERS AND I LET YOU KEEP THAT RUBBISH.” Tyron says again and kicks my side. I fall down on the floor in agony and a tear rubs down my cheek. My hands involuntarily lift to hold the baby bump that has formed on my stomach. It stands proud now and reminds me of everything I have lost. Still, I love this baby even if it is going to be brought up in a cruel world.
“I-I never d-did anything!” I try plea, but Tryon lifts his hand again. This is how
