Page 335 of Bad for Me

“What’s her name going to be?” The nurse looks at me expectantly, and Fred turns away. I don’t understand why he isn’t happy.

“Magnolia,” I tell the staff and watch them file out of the room.

Fred locks the doors and lowers the shades on the window. “You knew the deal, Rosie.” His voice is full of rage. “A son or nothing.”

He comes over to take Magnolia, and I feel my world slipping. “No. Please. She’s our baby. We…”

He slaps me, and it jostles Magnolia. She cries, and I panic. “I’ll have another baby. I swear. Please. Don’t take her away. We’ve tried for so long. Please.”

Tears run down my face as I plead for him not to take my little girl. Fred sits down and looks at me. “Fine. But if the baby isn’t a son, you’ll be out of the house and my life so fast, you’ll have whiplash.”

“I understand.” I’m reliant on Fred since I don’t have a job or a vehicle to leave. He knows it, too.

“I’m going to work. Call the housekeeper to come pick you up when you are released.”

“Fred, I know you aren’t happy, but I love you. It will take some time getting used to, but I believe you will adore your little girl.”

“If you loved me, you’d have given me a son.”

I should have left him then, but I needed the man I fell in love with. The pain of him rejecting our daughter is almost as painful as the fist inside of me.

Biting down on Fred’s cock, I know I’m going to be beaten for it. I’m past caring.

“Fuck. Release me,” Fred growls, but I refuse to do so. His fist meets my face quickly, but I’m used to his hits. I sink my teeth harder into him, and he screams.

That brings a smile to my face as he yanks on my head, but I am not letting go.

“You bitch.” He hits me harder, and Mitchell’s fist leaves my ass.

Thank God.

“Help me get her mouth off me. Goddammit.” Fred squeals, and I grind my teeth on his cock.

“She’s only doing what I’ve asked her to do. I like it to hurt.” Mitchell explains, and Fred pulls my hair until I’m ripped off his cock.

The taste of blood and skin dangling from my teeth makes me blink. Opening my eyes, I look at Fred and see him holding his dick with Mitchell coming over to him.

My face and ass hurt so bad I’m not sure which one I’m trying to focus on. “If you would have just killed her, brother.”

Fred pulls the gun from his pants and aims it at me. I’m ready to die.

Death doesn’t scare me.

Fred does.

Mitchell tackles him to the ground, and the gun goes off. I wait for impact but it never comes. Watching them fight on the ground, I find myself hoping Mitchell wins. Not that he’s much better than Fred. But at least I know with Mitchell, I’m going to die eventually. With Fred, you never know, despite the fact that he is abusive.

Oh God, my mind is trying to make excuses as to why I should be with Mitchell. I have to get out of here. I spit the skin out of my mouth and watch Mitchell beat the hell out of Fred.

“Mitchell,” I whisper, and his head snaps toward me.

“Stop. Don’t kill him. You’ll go back to prison.”

He laughs. “If he’s dead, and we run, they’ll never get us.”

“I have children, Mitchell.” They are grown and have their own lives. I’m not sure they would care if Fred died. He’s been a shit father to them.

“We’ll take them with us.”

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