It had been a few weeks since my fateful meeting with Miguel. I was sitting on the edge of my tub thinking about him and what he did to me. All whilst awaiting the results of the pregnancy test I was holding. Only a month ago I would have never thought I'd be here right now. I'm ashamed but slightly turned out by the thought of having his baby.
The timer on my phone went off. I checked the test.
"Ok, deep breath now. It's just a test" I mumbled to myself.
It said negative. I was mostly relieved about this. At the same time, I was a bit disappointed by not getting the baby I was promised by Miguel. Well at least now I can go back to some bit of normal life again.
I was out at the shop when I saw a face I'd never forget, it had to be Miguel. I was torn between running away and saying hello. I ended up just standing there in shock. He did notice me after a few moments.
"Hey there, fancy meeting you here. How are things?" His eyes wandered down towards my stomach.
"Nothing new to report. Just same old things and all." I nervously laughed.
He seemed defeated by that response. Then I saw that look in his eye like he had that night. He smirked and said, "Well, seems like we need to try again. I'm free and I know you are as well. Try to not make a scene this time."
He grabbed my arm and forced me into a dressing room. I protested but he squeezed my shoulder to to point of near breaking. If it wasn't for the loud music in the store, someone would have heard me yelp in pain.
I was thrown to the ground, which was as cold as his eyes. He had a noticeable bulge growing in his shorts. It looked much bigger without the restrictions of his jeans. He had gone without underwear by the looks of it.