Raped, Kidnapped, and Misused (Chapter 8)

“Baby you need to relax,” said Jakob as he wrapped his arms around my waist at the top of the stairs. At that moment I dropped to my knees and started hyperventilating.

“Adrienne,” yelled Jakob.

“Is she okay,” asked Jakob’s mother from the bottom step. I knew she regretted how she reacted to the whole thing. She ruined everything, I could have had a few more months to live but she had to tell my mother. I really hated her now.

“No, your cunt actions caused this; good going… she’s having a panic attack,” he replied with a bit of attitude. His mother started to barge up to the top of the stairs where he was holding me.

“Inhale and exhale, sweetie you need to… you can get through this,” she said as she started to massage my back.

“I’m fine,” I managed to get out.

“Go away mom, just fuck off,” shrieked Jakob as he picked me up off the floor.

“Watch it,” she murmured.

He carried me into his room like a groom does to his newly wedded wife.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why but I’m just loosing control of my emotions and anxiety lately,” I said as he laid me down on his bed.

“It’s probably the hormonal changes you’re going through, pregnant women are very moody… don’t worry, I’ll still love you.”

I never seen him get so mad before, the way he yelled at his mother… I didn’t realize he had that in him. Remind me to never get in a fight with Jakob.

All of sudden we heard the sound of a car door, this caused another panic attack. Panic attacks suck; they come at the worst moments. My panic attacks are pretty bad; my throat closes up, my heart pounds, and I just get really dizzy. Having anxiety sucked, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy…except for Jakob’s mother. She deserved it.

“I can’t do it, please let’s just run away or kill ourselves… we can be like Romeo and Juliet,” I whispered into his ear.

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about killing yourself, don’t you fucking dare,” he shrieked. His crystal blue eyes were darker than I remembered them being. He wasn’t in a great mood; he was trying to be so strong for the both of us… I think the pressure was caving in on him.

“Let’s run away,” I said in a shaky tone.

“No, Adrienne… please think rational.”

“Adrienne and Jakob, come down here right now,” screamed Jakob’s mother from downstairs.

“Let’s just run for it, let’s go in the truck and get far away from here,” I said with a tear leaking down my cheek. His blue eyes looked directly into mine which sent chills down my spine.

“Let’s face the music,” he replied as he grabbed my right hand. My plan could work, he just had to listen to me but he wasn’t.

We walked over to the door, as he opened it, I took a deep breath.

“I love you,” he said in a low charming tone. I didn’t want to respond, I didn’t feel like having a love moment. Sue me.

“Let’s go,” I said as I tugged on his arm to keep moving. We continued down the stairs, this was it… I was done for.

I could hear my mother talking, it sounded like she had been crying. Seeing my mother cry was painful. We continued walking towards the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me, why or when did you become such a tramp,” said my mother in a nasty tone. Jakob squeezed my hand to show me that he was there for me.

“You out of all people, you, my own flesh and blood… you fucking tramp, you are the biggest disgrace as a daughter,” said my mother in an even uglier tone. Tears flowed down my cheeks like water flows in currents. I was a worthless whore, now everyone important to me knew it.

“She’s not a whore, we had been going out for 4 months at the time, and we were in love… I was her first time, it was my fault… I didn’t use protection,” Jakob said bravely. He always had my back.

“I actually liked you, you seemed like a nice boy… but you aren’t worth the piss on the ground,” replied my mother.

“I thought I raised you right, guess I was wrong,” his mother added.

“I know both of you know how it feels to be young and in love, it’s tough, I love Jakob and he loves me… we didn’t plan for this, but we’re having a child… I’m sorry,” I said. Saying this, took all my might.

“You’re not keeping the child,” said my mother. I placed my hand over my stomach and sent the nastiest glare to my mother.

“Don’t you even try to make me give my baby up,” I said in an ugly tone.

“Why don’t you guys go upstairs and we mothers will have a little chat, okay,” said Jakob’s mother.

Jakob leaned over and kissed my cheek, we then were on our way upstairs.

I don’t care what it will take, I refused to give my child up.