The snow glowed beneath the florescent light of her for
corner window. The night was dark, darker then she had seen in years. All the
stars were smothered out before reaching the night sky. She was sat upon her
grandmother’s rocking chair waiting for the time to slip by. 7:30 the clock
read and the ticking wouldn’t stop beating into her brain. Charlie would be
home soon she prayed. She put her cold
hands upon her growing stomach. She could feel her new love kicking and
turning. The fluttering that could make her heart melt in an instant. She was
only a few months along but felt her connection to her baby and the joy she
felt to finally have a child.
She was considered old by so many including her own mother.
They thought she would never have a child especially at 35. It was how much
they doubted she would be married when she hit 27. Everyone including her
husband thought she was barren and treated her as if she was some sort of
fragile glass. Don’t bring children around her; don’t talk about children, if
you’re pregnant stay away from her. She hated that everyone tip toed around
her. She was strong enough to understand she wasn’t barren. She would have a
child and every time someone doubted her she showed him or her. No one believed
she would marry the richest and most wanted boy in her town especially with her
doubty looks. She was never considered beautiful. Her hair never turned to a
beautiful color but a mousey brown, her eyes big, too big for her face, her
nose small but crooked, and lips that’s barely existed. She wasn’t fat either
but in the middle of being normal and disproportioned, She now filled out due
to her growing stomach and she felt beautiful. When she met her husband he
wasn’t wowed by her by any means and she always just ignored his presence in
fear of taunting that she knew would ultimately come her way. She was an
outsider and never really well liked so the most popular boy would never even
see her as a person.
Charlie was his name. He was the tallest boy in school and
was the town’s superstar like every little town had. He was gorgeous and
everyone assumed he would marry his high school sweetheart, Leah-ann. She was the perfect clichéd prom queen but
underneath she wasn’t. She went to
Hollywood after graduation to try to be a star. She ended up doing porn then OD’ing
in a bathroom. He parents still say she died in a tragic are accident but all
of us know the truth. She never liked Leah-ann. They always treated each other like
dirt especially since Lean-Ann always knew that she was in love with Charlie. Charlie’s
never noticed her or even cared too until he was alone at 26 no longer being
the star he was supposed to. He worked a dead end job, didn’t marry, and barely
had any friends since they all went off to the big city. Charlie planned to kill himself.
She was walking home when she saw the smoke coming from the
garage. She ran without thinking and pulled the garage door open. She was smoked
with the heavy smell of gasoline. She covered her mouth and moved forward and
saw the car still running with Charlie’s head slumped over in the drivers seat.
She felt her adrenaline kicked in with every second. She pulled the car door
open and with whatever strength she had dragged him out onto the street. He was
breathing and reluctantly opened his eyes. He lived and he never thanked her.
He just married her.
She knew she loved him more then he would ever love her. She
had accepted it long ago. He drank, she cleaned, he hated himself, and she knew
how lucky she was. The cycle continued for years through his depression and her
attempts to have a baby and she knew now he dreams were finally coming true.
She would have a child that would love her more then anyone else had or could
and she would do the same and it would be them against the world forever. She
continued rocking on her grandmother’s old chair praying softly that everything
would be ok.
The click of the door forced her out of her trance. She
turned and saw Charlie standing there drunk yet again. He stumbled and fell. She was too big to help
him up. He grumbled as he stood and began to yell. She felt the hot tears
starting to roll down her cheeks. He yelled at her for saving his life and for
the life they created but this time was different. He had fury in his eyes. She
stood up to go away but he hit her, which he had never done before. She cried
harder and tired to scream but his hand flew up to her mouth. His other hand
began to grab at her stomach.
“I never wanted this…” He hissed like a snake and punched
her stomach with all his weight. She collapsed while the blood began to form a
pool in between her legs.
“Daisy, you need to stop crying. You are going to be fine.
I’ve gone to med school and my father taught me how to do these. It’s normal to
hemorrhage a bit.” His voice was worried and Daisy knew. This wasn’t simple and
she wasn’t where she thought she was. The smell of bleach and bright lights
distracted her from the fact she was in a garage.
“This isn’t real. “ She repeated over and over again. “Where
is my husband?” she finally demanded at the young boy. The boy and probably his wife looked at each
other confused. The woman came toward her and tired to put her hand on Daisy’s
and but she ripped it away. Daisy was like a scared animal at this point. The woman persisted and stayed next to her
trying to calm her.
“Sweetie, I don’t think you are married. Some man dropped
you off here with a lot of money. Don’t ya remember?” Daisy was confused and
felt the room beginning to spin. She remembered what her life was. Her real life
not the fake anesthia this boy doctor gave to her.
No husband. Alone. Charlie was drunk and raped her. Paid her
to get it fixed. She refused. She loved him. She wanted a family. He threatened
to kill her. She doesn’t remember much else but that she’s alone and dying. She
feels more blood pooling at her legs and the room begins to spin faster. She
let out a scream before her whole life fades to nothing. She was nothing.
