EVE
Episode 23
*Eve’s point of view*
I watched as James stared at the screen of the p hone. He was going to see the email. No doubt. And he would discover the truth about the child i w as carrying.
“You are carrying that b—–d child” He said, loo king at my stomach with so much hatred. His veins in view. He was angry.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“I…I…I..was going…to tell you when you woke up” I stammered, getting down from the bed amovin g backwards.
“Liar! You would never have told me, you lying b—h!” James came to my side. The anger in his eye s were unquenchable. I had never seen him so angry in my life.
He took another step closer to me and i took one backwards. My heart raced a thousand miles per second.
My breathing hitched. I continued moving backwards as my back hit the wall. Causing me to stand firm in front of James. He smirked. Putting his hand against the wall.
“Eve darling. You think you are so smart to raise that b—–d child knowing it wasn’t mine. You would never have told me. I would have loved it, like it were mine.” He clicked his tongue.
“Now I’m going to kill it”
I gasped. No. No. James couldn’t kill the child. The only piece of Alberto that remained.
“No, James. Please. Do whatever you want with me. But please leave this innocent child out of it” I pleaded, at the brink of tears.
“You call it innocent. No. Anything that belonged to Alberto is never innocent.”
James said, taking my face in his hand. He hit my stomach and i fell to the floor.
“If i have to damage your stomach to kill that demon in you Eve. I would” James said to me.
He hit me again continuously. He hit me stomach and i groaned in pain. It was unbearable. Pains surged through my stomach as i winced loudly.
“Ple….ple..” I tried telling James to stop but he didnt. He looked evil. His eyes dark. His muscles taut. He was staring at my stomach with so much venom. .
I coughed out blood as my stomach screamed in pain. .
“I’m trying to save you Eve. I’m trying to save you from that monster growing in you” James laughed. Hitting me more harder.
“I’m going to be your saviour Eve. This child has to die”
No. No. I couldn’t let James kill this baby. I needed to fight. I turned to the other side allowing James to hit my back instead.
“B—h!” James roared, picking me up from the floor, he dragged me to the basement.
The basement was dark with only a little light from a very small window.
James picked a rope and tied my hand at my back. The rope was too tight and my stomach burned with pain. I silently prayed that nothing had happened to the baby because i was already bleeding.
James tied my eyes and legs. Preventing me from having a little light.
“Since you are so bent on saving your monster baby, I would leave you here, without food or water . Till you starve and beg for food. But then your baby would have been gone then. And with the amount of pain you are in. The baby wont last long.” James chuckled and left me there. Eyes, legs, hands bound.
Please God let the baby be okay.
I silently prayed. My whole body burned with pains. My eyes were in a pitch darkness. My hands, i couldn’t even feel blood flowing in them. My legs hurts so much. I couldn’t move. My whole body was stiff.
My stomach was the worst. It felt like James was still hitting me. It burned with so much pain. I felt like dying.
No. I needed to stay strong. I needed to stay strong for my baby.
I tried to breathe. I needed to be alive. I tried to breathe. But it seems the air didn’t want to pass through my lungs because of the intense pain i was in.
It must pass through. I took deep breathe again and i could feel my body coming back to life.
Blood tickled down my legs and i feared the baby was gone. Was it?
No. No. Eve. No. The baby was still there. Think positively.
I breathed in again. I needed to be alive. I was going to see this child grow. I was going to see this child get married.
I was going to hold this child in my arms.
I took another breath and my stomach hurt with e very breathe i took. I was in a much pain. With every breath i took, i could feel intense amount of p ain in my stomach.
With every breath i took, i could feel my body fighting back death.
With every breath i took, i could feel my lungs opening up again.
With every breath i took, my hope increased.
Those seconds bled into minutes.
Hours.
With every passing hour, my body was feeling weak.
I was tired.
Hungry.
I was breathing, giving myself strength but my body was consuming it.
With every breathe i took, i could feel myself getting weaker. My body was shutting down.
There was only so much i could take. So much pain, fear, darkness, hunger, bleeding. I could feel the blood spreading around the room.
The bleeding was another source that was draining all the strength i was trying to gather.
How was i going to survive?
Would anyone come to save me?
Would my parents magically come to rescue me?
Would James change his mind and take me back inside?
None of the above. No one would save me.
If only i had stayed with Alberto.
If only i had bearer the pains with him.
If only he was still alive.
Tears fell from my eyes and wet the cloth covering my eyes.
I missed him.
I still couldn’t believe he was dead. He was gone and i he didn’t get to know how much i loved him.
He was gone and i was here with his child, slowly dying.
So this was how i was going to die without ever tasting freedom?
The pains were growing stronger.
My legs, eyes, stomach.
The bleeding didn’t stop. I have been bleeding for hours. I have been in the same position for hours. My hands tied in the same spot behind my back. My legs, i couldn’t even feel them anymore.
I gasped. My body was already giving up.
I said my last prayers.
I prayed my baby would survive this.
I prayed James would die in the most vile way.
I prayed Alberto’s soul would rest in peace.
Still saying my last words, i heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I didn’t even bother hoping it was anyone else because no one else knew i was here.
It would be James.
The footstep stopped and i heard my name.
“Eve” It said.
That voice.
That voice was so much different from James’
That voice was too familiar.
No. No. It cant be. The owner of that voice was dead.
I felt some one untie my hands and my legs.
Finally, blood went through them and pains also. They were sore.
But who was this person? Who was this saviour? Who was this person that dared to challenge James and free me?
The person sat me up and i winced in pain, my stomach. The person rested my head on its shoulders as it tried to untie my blind fold.
“I’m so sorry Eve” It said. It was a male.
His scent filled my nose and i knew it.
The voice, the scent all belonged to one person in this world.
But no. The person was dead. Wasn’t he?
The blindfold was removed and i looked up to see him.
Tears were in his eyes.
Those blue eyes.
Those lips.
That face. It matched the voice and the scent.
It was him.
He had come to rescue me.
He had come to save me from the grips of his monster.
He had come to save me from James.
He was my saviour, my knight in shining armour.
He was Alberto.
To be continued
