After arguing with Dave, he decided to lock me up in one of the bedrooms. This place is new; it's something I have never seen before. I am guessing he bought it after I ran away from him, or it could be during our marriage. Dave always hid certain stuff from me, so it wouldn’t surprise me if this house was one of those.
I checked the room, and the windows were perfectly secure and high above the ground, so if I fell out of the window, I would fall to my death. I can’t risk that, not when I am carrying a child with me.
I go to the door and bang it a few more times. I have been doing this since he locked me here.
Nausea hit, and I ran to the joint bathroom. I heaved out whatever little food I had in my system. Lately, the nausea has gotten worse. I can’t let Dave know that I have nausea. He doe……
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