Chapter Two: Bundle of Joy
“Oh, Ady. Come out, come out wherever you are. You can’t hide from me forever.” His voice had become extremely enraged and taunting. “ADYLYNN!” He then lowered his voice, saying our daughter’s name in a patronizing voice, “Bellesy...come to me. I won’t hurt you.”
How dare he use his nickname for her while putting her through this horrifying experience. As an almost ten-year-old, I’m not sure what all goes on in her mind, but I’m sure she’ll never forget that he did this. This would be engraved in her brain as one of the worst days of her life.
Belle and I squeezed one another tighter than before, trying to be very quiet, praying inside our heads that he wouldn’t think to check the guest room closet. I knew deep down, he had most likely already checked the rest of the house. I felt around in the back of the closet, hoping to come across an item that could help us take him down, and so I found an umbrella. I looked at it with feelings of doubt that it would work, but maybe, just maybe this would help us escape. I heard the footsteps getting...
He stepped two feet into the room, I didn’t wait for him to step any further, I lunged forward with the umbrella while my daughter crouched behind me, the bedroom door squeaked, then as he looked around the room just once, I sprang at him hitting him in the shoulder, and his forehead, using the umbrella with all my might. I knew against him, there’d be no match, especially for a weapon such as an umbrella. Such a laughable weapon, but it was all we had. As I called to Belle to hurry out of the closet and run downstairs, I glanced for just a second before we headed out the door, he was lying on the floor rubbing his head, moving. Looking at the little amount of blood dripping down from his forehead where I hit him. Which meant I didn’t knock him out completely, so we didn’t have much time. We ran down the stairs as fast as we could, panting heavily. We got to the bottom staircase and jumped towards the front doorway. I reached for the knob...
Locked from the inside.
I stared at the front door with fear in my eyes, knowing that this was a huge setback. I looked back at my daughter, who was giving me the same exact look I had. He had really thought everything through, didn’t he? But nothing was going to stop me from getting my daughter and me away from this awful place.
“Ady...why are you runnin’? I’m not gonna hurt you.” He called out, as I vaguely heard him struggling to get up using the guest bed handle.
I seized Belle’s hand with a tighter grip than before, not on purpose, of course, but fear was taking over. I tried to think fast about what I should do next. Windows. He couldn’t have locked all the windows, then again, it’s my husband. He’d always been one step ahead of me and was extremely smart.
I darted to the window that was about five feet away from the front door, put my hands at the bottom, and strained my hands and arms, attempting to bring it up. It didn’t budge.
What were we to do next? I was beginning to run out of ideas.
Quite a few months had flown by, Trent and I had continued to go on a date after date getting to know one another and falling hard. He was everything my heart desired, and everything my parents wanted for me. I had met his parents already, and they loved me as well. It was all going perfect, too perfect if you had asked me, but something always has to happen to disrupt things that are going well.
It wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, a little bundle of joy was headed our way. The timing was not ideal as I was about to start my sophomore year of college. I had just found out I was pregnant. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Trent as he was almost finished with his degree, he was to agree, I thought, that it was not the best to have a baby at that moment in our lives.
It was Trent’s first day of his last year of college. I waited until the afternoon to give him the news, that way, I didn’t distract him from any of his schoolwork. I had met him at his dorm after his last class.
I stood outside his dorm room waiting for him to arrive, ten minutes of waiting, there he was walking up the carpeted steps towards me.
My heart was pounding the closer he got to me, and my palms had already been sweating before I went to the dorm. That was the most nervous I had been in my entire life at that time. We hadn’t been together that long, so I had no idea how he was going to react to such news.
“Hey, beautiful.” He leaned towards my face and planted a kiss on my lips. “What a surprise to see you waiting at my dorm.”
I didn’t reply immediately, which made me look like I was hiding something. He could tell something was off as I just stood there awkwardly.
“Is everything okay? Would you like to come in?”
I let out a deep breath of relief because obviously inside the room would have been more preferable than standing out in the hallway to reveal this news. “Yes, please.”
We stepped inside, and I quickly sat down on his bed that was on the right side of the room. He plopped down onto his computer chair, then rolled it over in front of me.
“So, what’s going on?” He folded his arms while raising an eyebrow.
A sigh had released, “I really really don’t know how to tell you this, and I’m beyond afraid of how you’re going to react.”
He jokingly said, “You’re starting to scare me, Ady.”
“I... I think- I mean... I’m pregnant...” It took me in what seemed like forever to just let out that one sentence.
Trent leaned back into his computer chair, folded his arms once again, and looked as if he was staring off into space. No emotional aura was coming from him, I was very confused. I just kept still on the bed with my hands on my knees, waiting for a response, which finally he gave after a few minutes.
I was very surprised at his reaction, he jumped off his chair, got down on both his knees right in front of me, and grabbed onto my hands. “Ady, we’re having a baby. We’re having a baby!!! I couldn’t be happier right now!”
“You’re happy about it?” I honestly couldn’t believe that he was. Normally this would be bad news considering the circumstances.
“Of course, I am. We’re going to be a little family.” He put his hand on my belly and stroked it with one touch then let go.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m very scared. I also don’t know what’s going to happen next.” I looked at him with worried eyes while biting my bottom lip.
“That’s perfectly normal to feel that way. But you don’t have to worry about a thing. Let me take care of it all.” He picked me up off the bed and kissed me passionately, giving off the vibe that everything was truly going to be okay.
A week later, he gave me the news I had not had in mind at all. A plan that was not mine. He apparently had spoken to his parents (that were loaded with money by the way), and they were offering to buy us our own house. Our own house, at the ages of nineteen and twenty-two. Two young people who were in love and were still in college. Instead of living in dorms, we’d be living in a house together that was about fifteen minutes away from the college. At that point, I didn’t respond to the news, but until the next set of news he was to give me, then I had an opinion to state.
He not only told me about the house but also suggested that I... wait for it...quit school. I was outraged by the proposal and immediately denied that that would happen. School was not only a huge dream of mine but also was going to make my parents very proud of me. I couldn’t let myself or them down, so I expressed multiple times to Trent that I wouldn’t quit.
Three weeks later, I went to my academic advisor and explained to her that I would no longer be attending. She asked if I was going to return; I said that I had no idea. I didn’t get my way, as much as I cried about it to him that I wanted to stay. From that point forward, my opinions never took the front seat. We mainly went along with everything Trent had in mind. What he wanted is what he got. We had to deal with whatever it was.
His parents a week prior to me quitting school had already bought a one-story small two-bedroom house for us to move into. It honestly had moved way too fast for me. It was like all the decisions were being made for me, and I had no say in anything whatsoever. A college dropout living with her baby-daddy/boyfriend in a house his parents bought. It sounded like a huge mess and not the way I had planned my life to go. But there wasn’t much I could do about it. In eight months or less, I was going to have a little baby that would need that home, that would need a mother to be there twenty-four-seven, and a father to see every day as well.
As for my parents, they were sort of on-board. They hated the fact that I wasn’t going to go to school anymore, but it was all for us having that house to raise the baby in. They couldn’t afford that house, so they were very grateful for Trent’s parents’ generosity. Our parents had both met and had come to a conclusion that they thought would benefit everyone. Especially the baby.
One month later, Trent had taken me to an amazing place for a date. It was outrageously, expensive, and extremely fancy, a little too much for my taste. I was only a little over two months pregnant, so I wasn’t showing much at all. Not even a tiny bump just yet. Trent had said it was a very important night, so I dressed my best. I curled my long dark brown hair, wore a loose-fitting blue dress that went a little past my knees in the back, but cut off shorter in the front. I threw on a sparkly diamond necklace and slipped on a pair of comfy black flats. Trent was wearing a suit and tie, he always wore that when we went out, but something was different that night. He had sprayed himself a little more with cologne, shaved, and slicked his hair back, which he had never done. It was a special night in his eyes, and at the time, a very special one in mine as well.
We came to a small table for two, and Trent pulled my chair out for me to sit, then walked around and sat down himself. Minutes before the waiter even arrived, the special moment happened.
Trent said, “I can’t wait any longer, this has to happen now.” He jumped up from his chair, got down on one knee in front of me and popped the big question, leaving me breathless and astonished. I began to cry soon after hearing him ask.
My eyes sparkled with happiness and tears of joy began to fill them, I then told him, “Yes, Trent! I will marry you!” I meant it with all my heart at the time but soon had realized what a big mistake I made.
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