TORY
“How many times do I have to tell you that you have to do what I say?” Clyde was shouting at me as he drove down the street towards the apartment at a rapid speed.
“Clyde, please. Slow down! You’re going to kill us!” I pleaded, my hand on his arm as I put the other on my belly, praying to God that my baby… Freddie’s baby will be okay after this.
“What? Are you afraid of dying? That would be like heaven for you,” He laughed, swerving on the highway while the other cars honked at him. I was four months along, and when he found out I was pregnant, he was filled with rage and jealousy.
“Please, stop! Think of my baby!”
“I am thinking of your baby! It can’t come to this world if you’re going to be mine! No bastard of that circus freak will be part of my family!”
He kept speeding
