Protecting My Hart (Protectors Series Book 1) by Danielle Wright Read Free Book Online Page A

least before he noticed I was missing, and seeing as how he hasn’t bothered me for days, I could potentially have longer. So, tomorrow night I make my run, it’ll give me a little more time to prepare. With the test in my hand, and the other on my stomach, I walk back into my room. The door flies open, and JD storms in. I freeze and stop breathing. He glares at me, and then his eyes fall to my hands.
    “What the fuck is that?”
    “Um.”
    “Is that a fuckin’ pregnancy test? You fuckin’ got yourself pregnant?”
    “Yes.”
    “Motherfucking hell. What the fuck did you do?”
    “I know you’re not happy. I can just leave. You won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
    “Leave? You’re not fucking leaving.”
    “It’s OK, JD. I can just go.”
    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Bitch, did you not just hear me? You are not leaving!” he screams as I fall back on to the bed.
    “Please, JD. Please just let me leave.”
    In a flash, JD is straddling me, his hands around my throat, squeezing tighter. I’m gasping for air, my hands wrapped around his wrists trying to loosen his grip.
    “JD, stop.”
    “You are not leaving. You belong to me, I decide what happens to you, where you go and when. You are not having a kid either. Ain’t got time for that shit. You hear me, Hart? You. Belong. To. Me. I decide. You ain’t leavin’.”
    He presses tighter then releases me. Crying and gasping, I suck in as much air as I can. SMACK! SMACK!
    “I’ll deal with this shit tomorrow. Take you to a clinic. Have this problem taken care of.”
    “ No! I won’t do it. I’m not getting rid of my baby!” I jump up off the bed again.
    “Fuckin’ slut, you will do as I say!” His fist slams against my cheek knocking me to the floor. His foot connects with my still sore ribs, and knocks the wind out of me. “Don’t fuck with me, Hart. I ain’t in the mood for your fuckin’ shit.” With that, he walks out of my room, slamming the door behind him.
    I stay on the floor simply because I can’t move. My arms cradle my stomach, sobbing, gasping for air, and praying that he didn’t hurt my baby. Slowly, as my breath returns, I climb onto my bed. I have to leave tonight. I won’t let him force me to kill my baby. I am so in love already, I’ll do everything in my power before I let any harm come to my child. I’ll die first. The plan stays the same, it will just happen tonight. Slowly, I get up. Grabbing a duffle bag, I pack as many clothes as I can along with some bathroom essentials. Next, my backpack. I toss in a sweatshirt and flashlight and a small blanket, leaving room to put sandwiches and a couple water bottles. I also grab my wallet out of my drawer. I’m really upset I can’t take more stuff with me, but it’s just not going to be practical. I pack only things that I’m going to need, but the one thing I do grab that I don’t need, is the Teddy Bear Slyde gave me the last night before he left. Nobody has ever given me anything like that before. I know that it’s just a child’s toy, but it was the sweetest gift I could have received, and now I have a child I can give it to later. With my bags packed, I leave them in my closet just in case I get another visit tonight. Now I just lie in bed, waiting and listening for the noise on the other side of the door to quiet down. My plan, depending on how much money I can grab, is to either make my way to the airport or to get as far away from this house as I can get. I have to find a job and a place to live. I also should probably see a doctor at some point to check and make sure my baby is OK.
    I can’t believe I’m going to have a baby. I have no idea what to expect or what I am doing, but hey, women have babies every day right? Surely I can do this too.
    The noise seems to have died down. Quietly, I leave my room and head to the kitchen. I quickly make four sandwiches and grab three water bottles from the fridge. Going back to my room, I pack them in my backpack and place