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dinner at the club. The only place that I am ever allowed to eat. I push my food around on my plate. I have no appetite.
Tony is smiling across from me and pushes a packet of papers in front of me.
“What’s this?” I ask him.
“Open it,” he commands and sneers. He licks his lips like a snake would if a snake had a human tongue. Ick. My skin is crawling just looking at him. How did I let him get me pregnant? Touch me? Control me? Own me? What am I even doing here? Why can’t I muster the courage to leave?
I pull the packet closer and see across the top: Adoption Agreement. I stop reading.
I look up at Tony, and he’s smiling. Big.
“Adoption agreement. For what?” I ask incredulously.
“Your baby.” He emphasizes ‘your’ as if he didn’t force his cock into me repeatedly, getting me pregnant with his baby.
“What? I thought…” I start to say.
His look becomes menacing. “You thought what, princess? That you were going to have this baby, and I was going to pay for the two of you to live upstairs over my club?” he says with dripping sarcasm.
“Tony, I…” I can’t speak. My throat is closing up as if I’m being strangled. He can’t do this! He can’t take my baby from me! I need to get away. Get out of here!
I push the papers to the floor and watch them scatter in all different directions. I get up and start to run away when he grabs me by my bicep and pulls me back.
His face is inches away from mine, and his cold, dark eyes are shooting into my own. “You WILL sign these papers, princess. You don’t have a choice. I OWN you, and I OWN the right to have you and ONLY you. This baby is not welcome in my life, and I’m not ready for you to be gone. If you don’t sign these papers, you will regret bringing that child into my home. Do. You. Understand?” His hot breath is smothering me, and I try to back away. He’s too strong. I can’t fight him.
He just threatened me. But worse, he just threatened my baby. I have to protect her. But how?
Maybe signing these papers will get her far away from here. From Tony. From me. Maybe this will be the best thing for her. I can’t subject her to a life above this god-awful club. I can’t subject her to the almost daily beatings that I receive from Tony.
Oh. My. God.
I have to do it. I have to do what Tony wants.
He grabs me by the back of the neck, pulls my hair, and forces me to the floor to gather all of the papers that I scattered just moments before.
After I pick up all of the papers, he hands me a pen and pushes the papers around to find the pages that I need to sign.
I sign the consent to adoption and revocation of parental rights. Paper after paper I sign until my wrist hurts and my hand is shaking. I feel as though a knife is twisting into my gut as I sign away all rights to my daughter.
“Now,” he says. “The next thing you have to do is smile when the lawyer meets you in the hospital. You need to tell him that this is what is best for your precious little girl. That you want her to have a good and loving home. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes what?” he snarls.
“Yes, I understand Tony.”
He lets me go.
“Get the fuck out of my face. You look like a pig,” he says.
I leave the bar, walk upstairs to our apartment, and look around. He’s right. I am no good for this baby. Even if I were to get away. Escape this hell. What could I provide her? How could I take care of her?
I sink to my knees on the living room floor while holding my belly. I start to sob uncontrollably while rubbing my hands on my baby bump. I can’t even talk to her to tell her that everything will be OK. I don’t know that it will.
I continue to sob, keeping my wails to a minimum. I don’t want Tony to hear me. Oh God. What have I done? What am I going to do?
The choice has been made. I curl up on the floor holding my belly and whisper to my baby, “I love you, and I’m doing this all for you.”
Remembering Sara and
Tony is smiling across from me and pushes a packet of papers in front of me.
“What’s this?” I ask him.
“Open it,” he commands and sneers. He licks his lips like a snake would if a snake had a human tongue. Ick. My skin is crawling just looking at him. How did I let him get me pregnant? Touch me? Control me? Own me? What am I even doing here? Why can’t I muster the courage to leave?
I pull the packet closer and see across the top: Adoption Agreement. I stop reading.
I look up at Tony, and he’s smiling. Big.
“Adoption agreement. For what?” I ask incredulously.
“Your baby.” He emphasizes ‘your’ as if he didn’t force his cock into me repeatedly, getting me pregnant with his baby.
“What? I thought…” I start to say.
His look becomes menacing. “You thought what, princess? That you were going to have this baby, and I was going to pay for the two of you to live upstairs over my club?” he says with dripping sarcasm.
“Tony, I…” I can’t speak. My throat is closing up as if I’m being strangled. He can’t do this! He can’t take my baby from me! I need to get away. Get out of here!
I push the papers to the floor and watch them scatter in all different directions. I get up and start to run away when he grabs me by my bicep and pulls me back.
His face is inches away from mine, and his cold, dark eyes are shooting into my own. “You WILL sign these papers, princess. You don’t have a choice. I OWN you, and I OWN the right to have you and ONLY you. This baby is not welcome in my life, and I’m not ready for you to be gone. If you don’t sign these papers, you will regret bringing that child into my home. Do. You. Understand?” His hot breath is smothering me, and I try to back away. He’s too strong. I can’t fight him.
He just threatened me. But worse, he just threatened my baby. I have to protect her. But how?
Maybe signing these papers will get her far away from here. From Tony. From me. Maybe this will be the best thing for her. I can’t subject her to a life above this god-awful club. I can’t subject her to the almost daily beatings that I receive from Tony.
Oh. My. God.
I have to do it. I have to do what Tony wants.
He grabs me by the back of the neck, pulls my hair, and forces me to the floor to gather all of the papers that I scattered just moments before.
After I pick up all of the papers, he hands me a pen and pushes the papers around to find the pages that I need to sign.
I sign the consent to adoption and revocation of parental rights. Paper after paper I sign until my wrist hurts and my hand is shaking. I feel as though a knife is twisting into my gut as I sign away all rights to my daughter.
“Now,” he says. “The next thing you have to do is smile when the lawyer meets you in the hospital. You need to tell him that this is what is best for your precious little girl. That you want her to have a good and loving home. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes what?” he snarls.
“Yes, I understand Tony.”
He lets me go.
“Get the fuck out of my face. You look like a pig,” he says.
I leave the bar, walk upstairs to our apartment, and look around. He’s right. I am no good for this baby. Even if I were to get away. Escape this hell. What could I provide her? How could I take care of her?
I sink to my knees on the living room floor while holding my belly. I start to sob uncontrollably while rubbing my hands on my baby bump. I can’t even talk to her to tell her that everything will be OK. I don’t know that it will.
I continue to sob, keeping my wails to a minimum. I don’t want Tony to hear me. Oh God. What have I done? What am I going to do?
The choice has been made. I curl up on the floor holding my belly and whisper to my baby, “I love you, and I’m doing this all for you.”
Remembering Sara and
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