Hybrid Daughter

Chapter 13: Trinity Blythe

I don't know how long I've been out for, but it felt like hours. I finally came to, seeing the light was still on, the place smelled of cleaning products which gave me the idea that I was out long enough for them to clean the room possibly.

Once my vision became more clear, I looked around and noticed a tray of food sitting on the edge of the sink with a stack of books beside it. Instantly I began remembering what happened to me earlier.

Frantically, I removed the blanket off of me remembering seeing the sight of blood. But once I looked, there was no blood. Worried, I placed my hand on my stomach....there was no baby. My stomach shrunk back to how it was before I got pregnant.

I looked around my bed to see if I could see any sign of my child, not sure that I truly would but my mind was acting on the instinct. There wasn't anything but just me in a clean bed.

I began screaming knowing I lost my baby. I never got to see her; she was ripped from me while I was unconscious. This gave me the feeling of pure loss of control not just on my own life but on my body as well.

I brought my knees to my chest and began holding myself as I cried. "Amon, he killed our daughter." I spoke out loud to him as if he were with me in the room. "I want to go home!" I screamed. "I want this to be over, whatever I have done wrong, I have learned my lesson." I leaned my head back against the wall as I sat there on my bed.

It wasn't long until the door to my room finally opened. Alexander walks in dressed in another black business suit. He was smiling in the same manner as he did before I even knew who he was. "Good morning, Trinity." He said to me before looking at the books on the sink.

"Do you have any idea what day it is?" He asked. I was too afraid to take my eyes off of him not saying a word. I could tell his patience was running thin. He looked at his hands before back at me. "Trinity, as your father I expect you to respond to me when I ask you a question." He glared at me.

"You're not my father, I don't have one. I was raised by humans." I said. He smirked at me. "Humans raised you, you say?" He was curious. "Yes, I'm Trinity Walters and I don't see any relation I have with you." I was shaking with my words and I could tell Alexander sensed it.

He smirked before pulling what looks to be a folded piece of paper from his chest pocket of his blazer. "I think this might make you take back your words." He handed it to me, I took it cautiously from him before opening it.

It was DNA results displaying that I was in fact his daughter. Wide eyed in shock, I looked at him before returning my eyes to the paper. "I know it's overwhelming, and here I thought I had all my children here. But turns out I didn't, until now at least." I looked at him before speaking.

"If I'm your daughter, why would you rape me, that's incest you sick fuck!" Alexander aggressively grabbed me by the throat pinning me against the wall I was already leaning against. "You do best if you don't raise your tongue at me, I do what I please with whomever, even if it means you." I heard a low growl coming from him. He watched me closely before smelling my hair. "Hmm, you do look an awful lot like me." He released his grip on my throat but moved on grabbing my chin to get a better look at my face.

I was trembling with fear, seeing that he didn't care about anything other than his own needs. I slowly regretted my actions. He stepped back before looking at the books on the sink. "It's been a week since our last interaction." I moved myself closer to myself in worry. "Don't worry, that is not why I'm here." He smirked. I began relaxing yet not letting my guard down.

A week, I've been out for that long. I've been childless for a week already? I thought to myself. Alexander walked towards the door. "Come with me, it's time you get moved to something more...suiting for you." He smiled. I got off the bed seeing that he had opened the door wide enough for us to come out.