Desperate Measure

Jennifer sat down on her bed while crying her eyes out.
The baby kicked inside her belly and she groaned not out of pain but anger.
"Can you stop moving? you bastard!" She yelled in tears, it was hurting that she didn't know the father of her child.
She sobbed and looked around the little apartment that was rented after leaving the hotel room because she couldn't take the stares of the people there. It became more torment every day therefore she had to leave for a place where people hardly knew her.
"Who's the father of this fucking baby?" She asked herself and touched her belly which had reformed into another shape.
The baby wasn't in its right position and its movement kept irritating her, she wanted to pull it out of her belly if she could, then throw it out of her sight.
She felt like nothing less than a cheap whore who would widen her legs for every fucking bastard in the road of California, she felt suffocated by the idea of not knowing who got her pregnant. It was strange and still mysterious because she never had sex with other men apart from Andrew and Dimitri.
She was sure that those were the only men she had sexual intercourse with then how did she get pregnant? That was the one billion dollar question not even she had the answers to.
She lay on the bed and gripped her hair with her two hands out of exasperation, she kept thinking and racking her brain about that father of this pregnancy, she never remembered getting raped or anything of that sort.
"What is happening to my life? What is happening to me?" She sobbed in a pitiful tone.
Jennifer knew that she was all alone in this, she was too ashamed to return to those that she called her family, returning to them could lead to her death because they would torture her with spiteful words and she doubted if her feeble mind could take such humiliations from them.
'I have to know who impregnated me, maybe he is out there, somewhere' She thought while wallowing in self-pity.
She had to know the child of her father so that he would take responsibility for the baby. She could hardly feed herself anymore because of all the people she had gone to seek jobs, none of them were willing to employ her because her face was all over the internet. Anywhere she passed, she had people staring hatefully at her.
She suddenly recalled the embarrassing incident that occurred in a restaurant. She went there and the employer was in quick need of more hands in the restaurant. Out of desperation, he employed her without minding her reputation or maybe he didn't know who she was.
Well, she wished she was not employed because the customers were making her life hellish and it became worse when the wife of the owner came in and saw her. Her words repeated in Jennifer's head. 'Do you think you can steal my husband? Or do you want to pin this useless baby on him as well
After that, she threw her out of the restaurant like a piece of shit. Jennifer cried out of her thoughts and left the bedroom.
She walked to the mini kitchen and took a bottle of vodka that she had bought, she opened the bottle and began drinking it directly. Jennifer didn't mind that alcohol wasn't good for her pregnancy, she kept gulping and gulping even though it was really hot as it passed down her throat.
She gasped and sauntered back to her room, she sat on the cold floor and whimpered.
"I should get rid of you" She screamed and began punching her belly and causing herself more and more pain.
"Aah," She yelped but drank more alcohol to subside the pain.
"I want you to die, I hate having you bastard! You are nothing but a terrible mistake that shouldn't have happened" Jennifer screamed and punched her stomach terribly.
She wanted to do everything in her power to have a miscarriage and just carry on with her life.
Jennifer wanted a different life, this baby was an obstacle to her new life and plans. She sighed and resorted to getting rid of the baby without caring how many months the pregnancy was.
"I should have aborted you from the very day I found out but nothing is stopping me from doing so as well. I will get rid of you and leave this country and start a new life" She sobbed.
******
Joan has been restless in the hospital, the efforts of the doctor to calm him down had been futile.
This had begun when he was told about Kylie being alive and back from the kidnapper's den and that was enough to get him more restless and agitated to see her. He knew that he still had a lot of apologizing to do after raping her and making her weep. He was the one that caused her to run away and end up being kidnapped but it wasn't his intention at all.
"I need to go home and see Kylie, please doctor," Joan said in tears. The pains in his body caused the tears because the more he moved, the more the pain in his ribs and body worsened.
"You have got to stay still, Mr. Joan" the doctor insisted, trying to push him back to the bed but Joan was still adamant.
"No, let go of me!" He yelled. "I need to see Kylie, I miss her a lot. I want to know how she is doing over there" Joan cried and refused to lie down on the bed.
He began acting a bit aggressively to get his way and the doctor and nurses weren't having it at all, they knew that he was desperate but that would only cause more internal injuries in his body and possibly expose his wounds to infections.
A nurse came with a syringe and gave it to the doctor. The nurses held Joan and the doctor injected him with the sedative. "No!"
Joan tried struggling to keep his eyes open but he slowly drifted into darkness.