It's Over Now

She stood there, shaking. The reflection she saw of herself in the mirror was unrecognizable. Her face was bruised. Her hair was tangled and there were multiple lacerations on her neck. Blood was gushing everywhere, but she didn’t try to stop the bleeding.

“I could just end it right now.” She thought to herself as she watched the blood soak up into the collar of her white blouse. “It would all be so much better. I could just let myself die. Nobody would miss me. Nobody would even know I was gone. And best of all, he wouldn’t be able to hurt me anymore.” Her thoughts were so surreal, and comforting at the same time. She could feel her body getting weaker by the second. Drip. Drip. Drip. Her blood continued to spill. As her blouse got redder and redder, she fell into a daze; remembering the events that took place just an hour earlier...

“E.P.T. Huh?” The checkout lady at the CVS drugstore asked quizzically as she scanned the home pregnancy test Jenae handed her.

“Yes,” Jenae responded nervously. Janae and her boyfriend, Damien had been together for almost a year now, and had had pregnancy scares before. Usually, she’d only be a couple of weeks late before her period miraculously showed up. But, this time was different. Janae was two months late and hadn’t had a chance to see a doctor. Damien had a child, a son, from a previous relationship; and didn’t seem like he wanted any other children.

“Okay, that’ll be $9.50.” The lady said as she totaled up the sale.

Janae gave the lady ten dollars, told her to keep the change and ran out of the store. Janae was nervous, so nervous that she had a bad urge to use the restroom. As soon as she arrived home to the two bedroom two bathroom condo she shared with Damien, she ran straight to the bathroom. She tore open the test package and urinated on the stick. Ten minutes later, she was still sitting on the toilet, biting her nails and waiting for the results to appear.

With unsteady hands, she picked up the test and stared. She was, in fact, pregnant. Happiness filled her heart as she rubbed her belly. “A baby.” She whispered. “I’m going to be a mommy.” She smiled at herself and washed her hands. Her happiness was interrupted when Damien burst through the bathroom door.

“You didn’t hear me calling you?” He asked. His whole body reeked of liquor and marijuana.

Janae kept her smile and took a deep breath.

“No, I didn’t hear you. Sorry. But, babe, I have some good news” She was beaming at this point.

“What?” Damien snarled. He was still angry at the fact that Janae didn’t hear him calling her.

“Look!” She exclaimed as she put the test in front of his face. “We are going to have a baby!”

Damien stared in dismay.

“Well, say something,” Janae muttered.

“Bitch!” Damian backhand slapped Janae across the face, causing her to fly from one side of the bathroom to the other. Janae shrieked in pain. “Who the fuck told you to go and get pregnant?” Janae was confused, isn’t that what Damien wanted? Didn’t he know how babies were created? That having unprotected sex and ejaculating inside of a woman that is ovulating created a baby? What did he want? What did he expect? “Answer me bitch!” Damien’s growl took Janae out of her thoughts. A sharp pain hit her stomach, it was the toe of Damien’s Timberland boot. “Who. The. Fuck. Told. You. To. Go. And. Get. Pregnant?” He kicked her in the stomach with each word. Blood began to fill her mouth.

“Please!” She cried. She felt wet between her legs. “Please stop!” She was now in a ball by the bathtub, holding her aching stomach, crying. Damien huffed over her, not showing a bit of emotion.

“I am going to ask you again... Who told you to go on and get pregnant?” He snarled.

“N-Nobody.” Janae stuttered.

“Then why are you?” He asked.

Janae was silent.

“Janae...” Damien hissed. “Why are you pregnant?”

“W-What do you mean?” Janae was once again confused. She inhaled and winced in pain. Reaching down between her legs, she felt the moisture. When she looked at her hand, it was covered in blood. It was over, she was no longer pregnant. Damien made sure of that. “Look what you did!” Janae cried as she held her hand up to Damien, but he didn’t care.

“You think that’s a lot of blood?” He sneered. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” With those words, Damien took his switchblade out of his pocket. Janae was still on the floor in a ball, her eyes filled with fear, but her body scared stiff. Damien grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back to reveal her neck. He began slashing at her neck with his knife, she could feel her flesh splitting and her blood pouring. She was done for. She was dead. But, if she was going to die, she was going to take him with her. One. Two. Three. Four. Four slashes and she was still alive. “Die bitch!” He yelled, he went for slash number five. Janae reached for the metal pipe that was laying behind the toilet. Damien left that pipe thereafter he failed to fix the leak that was coming from god knows where.

With all of her strength, she took the pipe and jammed it through Damien’s already opened mouth. It was the last of her energy. The pipe went through his mouth and out of the back of his skull. His eyes still blinking, his knife still clenched in his hand, Damien slumped to his knees. After fifteen seconds, he fell over, and he was dead. Blood filled the white small tiled floor. Janae didn’t know whose blood it was, but she didn’t care. She grabbed the side of the bathtub and pulled herself up.

Janae managed to get herself to the sink and in front of the mirror. Her body grew weaker, her heartbeat slower. But she would finally be free. Damien couldn’t hurt her anymore, and she could be with her unborn baby. Drip. Drip. Drip. Her white blouse now red. The pain was gone, she stood there, shaking. The reflection she saw herself in the mirror was unrecognizable. Her face was bruised. Her hair was tangled and there were multiple lacerations on her neck. Blood was gushing everywhere, but she didn’t try to stop the bleeding.

It’s over now, it was finally over...