Pretty Little Fears ON HOLD

Four years ago...

Elena

I looked at the white pills in my palm. I'm not going to take them. When the doctor prescribed these, and mentioned they could increase the chances of me getting pregnant-I knew I shouldn't take them. I hated him and I wasn't ready to have a child for this impotent dick. He should rot in hell for all I care!

I dropped the pill in the toilet and flushed, watching it rotate. I wasn't going to do it.

I didn't want to have children with that man.

"Elena!" I turned my head at the sound. I exited the bathroom and returned to the room.

"You think you're smart, you slut!" His palm connected to my cheek before I could face him-my cheeks turning red from the contact.

"Why didn't you wear the GPS bracelet I gave you?! You're really getting on my nerves! I give you freedom and you misuse it! You love making me hit you, don't you, sweet Elena?" he asked as he grabbed my hair, pulling my head backwards.

"I'm..i-"

"What's that sweet Elena?" He spat.

"I'm sorry Paul," I whisper.