Eva

 

 

I look at my father, he’s chained against a pole. His white shirt stained with blood all through, the mere sight of him makes me wanna puke.

 

Fred’s hand is at the small of my back, supporting my weight. We stand at about 7ft away from him.

 

Dad laughs as he sees me, his gaze shifts to my stomach and lingers there for a moment. I involuntarily wrap my arms around my stomach.

 

My heart beating fast.

 

“I see you are pregnant, bitch!” He said.

 

I ignore him and smile.

 

“Dad….”

 

“Don’t call me that!” He interrupts me.

 

I flinch back a little, but Fred holds me still.

 

“Why...