~MIA~
It felt like a panic attack, the memories of how he tried to kill me flowed through my mind and I felt like I was dying while I was still breathing. Even when Norah asked me not to force it out, I wanted to let go of the thought, but it kept flowing.
“He tried to kill me, Norah! Austin attempted to kill the mother of his unborn child.” I cried with my voice coming out more like a whisper, but I could feel every bit of pain in them.
She gasped and held my hand firmly. “That son of a bitch. My instincts were never wrong.” She said in gritted teeth.
I shook my head and controlled my water tank from dripping. I released my hand from her grip as I rubbed the surface of my belly one more time. “I lost my baby! And is all because of him.” I cried.
“Mia! You don't have to say anything, you need to rest.” She said with a pitiful look.
I wiped the bead of tears on my cheek and stared at her. “You remembered how I left home because I was pregnant, right? Luckily for me, I met him at home the day I arrived in New York, he was happy to see me and asked me to get some rest while he ordered for something eatable for the both of us.” I said with a sign.
“I swear Norah, I thought the storm was all over, I knew I told him about the pregnancy before coming and seeing him all happy when I arrived made me feel blessed. It was like we were meant to be after all, especially with our unborn baby. Well, later on, the delivery was brought right to our door, and we had a lovely moment after eating that evening.” I said, but tears were slowly dripping down my face.
“We can continue tomorrow if you like.” Norah cooed.
“No! I want to make him pay.” I whispered and raised my head to look at the ceiling for a minute.
“So, the next morning I broke the news to him, and he acted like I wasn't saying something important, and then I was so persistent about the issue and the next thing he said was, 'I'm not ready to be a father, so you have to flush that shit out' that was the worst moment of my life. It was as if someone were reaping my heart out of my chest while my eyes were still open.”
“Suddenly, he began to act differently, making endless calls and without paying a single attention to me. I could not just get rid of my child, what kind of mother will do that, huh? Though the circumstances were not pleasing, but I was ready to do it on my own. I tried talking to him that evening but discovered he was in the shower, but then his phone kept buzzing with messages and curiosity got the best of me, I tiptoed and rushed to check, but he opened the bathroom at that moment and I flinched-”
“Did you run out of the room?” Norah asked curiously.
“No! He marched towards me and slapped me on the cheek, he began to pull my hair, and I was just screaming. He kept laying cursed words on me and said how he was going to get rid of me because he can't be a father, which was only going to spoil his plans on getting back with his ex-girlfriend. I thought he was just pulling my legs, not until he pulled something out from his drawer and I noticed it was a syringe, but I couldn't comprehend what was in it.”
“Why didn't you run or shout for help?” Norah asked, her blood obviously boiling.
“The house was soundproof, and it was too late because I was weak already. I tried to fight back with my whole strength, but didn't know what happened next after he punched me.” I said my hands were literally shaking.
“That monster! How dare him treat a human like that?” Norah yelled in rage as her hand formed into a fist.
“I could not fight for myself and the baby. What have I done to deserve what he did to me?” I cried, tears dripping down my cheek.
“I promise to find him, no matter how long it will take. I can't let him ruin you and enjoy his life.” She muttered, and I could sense sincerity in her words.
“I was lucky enough to discover who he was making endless calls with throughout that time, and it was his ex. I think she doesn't stay in a particular place for long due to the nature of her work, and then she sent him a particular address which I copied in a piece of paper.” I voiced out and scanned my body.
“My clothes! The one I wore that day. The piece of paper is in the trouser.” And Norah stood up immediately.
“I need to ask Bianca for the clothes.” She spoke swiftly and was about leaving the room when I called her attention.
“That's our only lead. Let's make him pay.” I said feeling void with no emotions.
Norah rushed out of the room quickly and I sighed, taking in all I have been through before lying down on the bed as I faced the ceiling. I hope she finds that piece of paper.
“If not for my sake. I want to find justice for my dead baby.” I whispered to myself.
Norah rushed into the room after some minutes, she was panting as she held the door and stared at me. “Did you find it?” I asked her, but she raised her hand up, and I could not comprehend what she meant by that signal.
She tried to take a deep breath as she moved closer to me.