Chapter 11: Chapter 11
TO LIVE OR TO DIE
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Selenas pov
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I don't want any harm to come to my baby, I feel so numb, father has trolled me with insults and was nearly physical with me the Other day, I barely escaped unhurt when he threw the flower vase at me and it came crashing on the wall.
He is no longer the sweet adoring father I used to know, a monster has taken over my father’s body. Since we became aware of my pregnancy he had locked me up in my room, his guards have been stationed at my door to stop me from escaping and I’m afraid to use the window, my room is situated on the third floor of our home in new york and I Know there are guards on the ground too. I am already falling deep into depression, I miss Chris a lot.
Fathers continued to make me agree to take the drug. According to him, it would flush out the baby. I accepted to take the drugs so that he would let me be and at least stop cursing at me. But I threw the drugs under the bed, how could I kill the precious gift I and Chris created? I believed that my father would someday change his mind and let me be.
After two months and he still wouldn't let me have my phone or visit my friends and I began to doubt he would change his mind.
“Have your period come yet,’’ father asked me when he visited.
“Yes,” I replied, he flinched at the tone of my voice but that didn't stop him from being mean to me.
“Good, that means you took the drugs. By next week you are going to Brooklyn to stay with your aunt.”
“I won't go, father. I won't leave without Chris.”
“Well you have no choice in the matter, do you.”
“I need to see him, I want to know how his mum is doing.”
“What about the mom. do you want to know?.
I felt my father would have some sympathy for the mom's medical condition so I told him everything. However his reaction was not what expected, his face lit up in the excitement and I wondered what he had cooked up in his mind again. Father has made me believe that he would go to any length to get what he wants. I suddenly wished I hadn't told him anything.
I left for Brooklyn a week later and dad assigned two bodyguards to me, I was free but still caged, I became restless.
You are pregnant” my aunt said immediately she saw me.
I was still naive, I thoughts she would understand my predicament, I was already three months gone, so I confided in her and told her about Chris and our love, my pregnancy, how dad seized my phone so I couldn't get in touch with Chris or anyone, I cried when I told her how dad tried to kill my baby and how I hid the drugs under the bed. I felt relieved when I confided in her and she showed me great sympathy or so I thought.
That night I slept like a baby, I thought my life would turn for the better, as I walked down the stairs for breakfast the next day, I heard dad yelling and aunt trying to pacify him. When he saw me, he got angrier and charged at me but aunt stopped him.
“How far along are you Selena'' Father asked me, I felt betrayed by my aunt and she didn't bother to act innocent, instead she gave my dad ideas.
“The pregnancy is far along and she could have complications if she aborted now, she will stay in a basement that has a bed and its bath, once she delivers the child would be given out for adoption.
I was horrified and dad seemed pleased with the idea.
“I would never give my child away, please dad this is your grandson, your flesh and blood'' I was now desperate and begging for the life of my child, for my own life too. Would I be able to survive separation from my son?.
“Take her to her room and lock her inside,” Father commanded, I cried hysterically, my arms and legs flung in all directions as I wailed, but it was of no use, they both continued with their discussion as if I wasn't there. “I hate you Mr. Harry Delacroix, and I hope you rot in hell.”
No one came for me for the rest of the day, my stomach growled for lack of food, I feared they wanted to starve my unborn child to death. I had no strength in me to fight again. All I wanted was to eat not for me but my baby.
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The splash of water on my face made me jump in fear, my hands were still wrapped around my small bump, I must have fallen asleep as I rolled on the ground from hunger pang.
“This is all for your own good Selena.” my aunt said as she caressed my hair the way she usually did when I was a child. I used to love her but after her betrayal yesterday I wanted to spit on her face. I also knew that would be a wrong move on my part so I sat still, almost rigid, hoping she would hurry up and leave me alone.
“You understand right.” she looked at me, “you weren't listening to what I was saying.’
I didn't know what to respond to her so I kept mute, the toast, baked beans, and scrambled eggs she kept beside me begged to be eaten.
Aunt must have noticed how I stared at the food. “I will leave you to have your breakfast.” she had not closed the door when I grabbed the plate and gulped down the food, I cried afterward because my life was turning into a nightmare right before my eyes and it wasn't strangers that were hurting me but my father who was supposed to protect me.