LILY’S POV
“w what’s going on?” I stuttered, my hand came forward to shield my stomach from their eyes. That action didn’t go unnoticed by them as they both snarled and glared at my hand in distaste.
Shelly took a bold move forward but I took a step back and looked at the stairs I had just come down from. Maybe I can make a run for it.
“Don’t even think about it, bitch.” Shelly smirked nastily. She drew out a sharp looking knife and sauntered towards me. I froze in fear as my breath
hitched.
Margaret stepped forward and gripped my arm in a deathly grip and pulled me along with her. Her nails dug into my skin and I bit my lip from uttering a protest. She pushed me against a vertical thin pipe. My back hit the cold hard metal roughly and I let out a sharp breath when the small of my back hurt from the impact. She gave me a satisfied smile when she noticed me cringe from the pain.
“Shelly, bring the rope.” She laughed. Dread settled in my body at her words and the way she laughed. It was almost sinister. Shelly obliged and brought a thick looking rope. Margaret forced my hands above my head so she could tie them up against the thin pipe, while Shelly tied my legs tightly and stood up to point the knife at me.
She laughed as my composure fell and I was now crying hysterically. I let out a sob when I realized that I was now vulnerable. I couldn’t escape, not when I was tied up like this and held at knife point.
“W–what are you guys planning to do with me?” My voice trembled. My ankles hurt from being restrained by those tight ropes. I wanted nothing more than to try to at least protect my baby, but that seemed futile at the moment.
“Don’t worry girl, we won’t kill you… Well, if you don’t fight us, we won’t.” Margaret drew out. That earned a maniac laugh from Shelly.
“Just want to warn you off, bitch.” Shelly snarled and stepped forward. Margaret raised her hand to stop Shelly.
“Now, now, Shelly, we must have a little fun with her before we tell her why she is here.” She uttered. Shelly nodded and I watched as Margaret took a step forward only to grab the front of my sweatshirt.
“Hmm, I think I want to see if you have a bump. I want to see where that bastard of yours lay.” She snarled and took the knife from Shelly.
My body froze as she started cutting the material to reveal my stomach. The cold air hit against my bare stomach and I let out a wail of fright when she looked at it with hate. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest.
“Look, Shelly, the whore is showing. Or maybe that’s just fat and the slut isn’t a actually pregnant.” She spoke.
“Please don’t do this, I haven’t done anything to any of you.” I plead. I didn’t care ho
safe at the moment.
desperate was, right now I would do anything to keep my baby
“You took my son away from me, and you took him away from Shelly.” Margaret snarled and pressed the knife on my right thigh and dragged it until the blade reached my skin and cut it open. I knew the gash wasn’t deep, but it still burned and sent out blood.
“That’s for opening your legs for my son.” She gritted out as she watched where she cut
satisfaction. I cried when I felt helpless to stop them.
My hands were bound tightly to the steel pipes, preventing me from shifting. I could feel the rope burn and it stung way more than the long cut Margaret had given me.
“Now,
Now, let me tell you why I had brought you here, slut.” She snarled and got up to pull at my hair. I let out a harsh breath when my scalp stung from her Karsh grip.
“I want you to leave my family alone, tell Asher that he is not the dad to your bastard and never let me see your face here ever again.” She barked her face inches from mine. For how elegant she had looked earlier, she looked far from it right now.
“I can’t do that, Margaret. I love your son, I know why you have hated my mom and I for all those years but that’s no excuse to be doing what you are doing now, that baby in my stomach is innocent and if you harm him or her, I won’t let it rest.” I responded, my eyes now turned icy. I don’t know where
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the strength came from but I was glad that I had stopped crying like a pussy.
If anything, her grip on my hair got harsher and she let out a snort. “I let what happened between your mom and I go a long time ago, darling, I just don’t want my son to settle with trash like you!”
“It doesn’t seem like you let it go, Margaret.” I don’t know why I was provoking her, but I regretted it when she slapped me across my face and dragged the knife on the other thigh.
I let out a scream when it pursed deeper than the last one. Shelly came forward and put a hand on Margaret’s shoulder and pulled her back.
“I thought we were just going to scare her enough to leave Asher alone?” Shelly asked, frightened, as she looked at my bleeding thigh. I was sure the blood was now seeping into the material.
My thighs stung and I barely could hold my weight as the pain worsened. I looked at Margaret and Shelly in pure hate. Those people were monsters. “Margaret!” That deep voice sounded like Mr. Grey. I don’t know if I should be grateful that he came home or not.
“Shit, that idiot came earlier than expected. Stay here with the rat and make sure she doesn’t make any noise.” Margaret grumbled and disappeared up the stairs.
Shelly looked at me before sighing “You know, this wasn’t supposed to escalate this far.”
“You’re no better than her, Shelly. Both of you are sick.” I gritted out from the pain.
Her eyes turned to slits as they glared at me “This wouldn’t have happened if you had just left my man alone!” She boomed out, her voice was loud enough to reach upstairs and I prayed that Mr. Grey had heard. I was about to answer when someone else beat me to it.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I have never been so happy to hear that voice in my life. It was Asher, who was running down the stairs. Shelly froze up when she heard the voice and turned around slowly, but Asher didn’t pay her attention as he frantically ran towards me,
I didn’t care how he knew I was here, but I was happy to know that he came to help me.
