Consigned

Part 5

I pretty much had adopted a new routine in my life. Wake up visit Cali, go to my classes, come home and keep my distance from Dean. I had my first appointment with the OBGYN and everything looked great.

No matter what I said to him about the baby he instantly dismissed it. I put the ultrasound picture on the refrigerator and had to end up digging it out the trashcan.

I decided no matter what, I was keeping MY baby and to hell with him. I tried to figure out what to do about living somewhere else and I didn't have any luck.

After Cali's moms funeral, her aunt informed me that she was packing up Cali's house because she couldn't pay the bills there. So when or if Cali wakes up she will still have all her things.

I still had hope. I know she was going to pull through, and when she did I'd be waiting.

Why did I quit my job? I should've never allowed myself to trust Dean. Actually, anyone for that matter. Even trusting my best friend, left me alone. I'm not saying it's her fault, obviously it's not. I just hate sometimes where my mind can take me.

I do know however, my child will have a different life than I ever had. More love than he or she could ever want.

No matter what.

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I decided that I was going to put my Masters on hold. I had to find a job and find somewhere to go.

I went to take a shower and get ready to head to the school.

By the time I got out the shower, Dean was in the bedroom sitting on the bed. He looked as if he'd been drinking.

"Why are you here in the middle of the day?" I ask, not actually caring.

"Erin, what did you decide?" he asked, his gaze locked on my stomach.

"I'm leaving you, I won't ask you for anything. You'll never see me again. "

"I see. We know that's a lie."

"What's a lie?" I rolled my eyes.

"Women like you. They always come back. They try and do it on their own and one day either you or that kid will be on my doorstep. I can't let that happen. "

"Wh-what are you trying to say, Dean?" I ask nervously.

" I found a new option for you, sweetheart. You'll be far, far away from here this time next week."

Dean pulled out his flask and took a long drink and stood up.

He walked over to me and grabbed me by my elbow, shoving me towards the door.

"What the fuck Dean! What are you doing?!" I tried to get out of his hold, but it strengthened, his fingers digging into my arm now.

"You're hurting me! PLEASE stop. I'll never bother you I promise. Dean! You don't have to do this." I begin sobbing, realizing I have no control about what's about to happen to me or my baby.

"Erin, it's too late. Everything is already set up. You honestly have nobody that'll worry. Even Cali is practically dead. Stop crying sweetheart. I'm not going to kill you. I'm not evil."

He kept dragging me down the hall and into the living room. I noticed all my bags were packed and by the door.

"What's about to happen to me?"

"Well, I sold you. You and that baby are worth a lot, actually. So I'm going to say it was worth it. A good investment."

He...what?

"What do you mean you sold me? I'm not a car, you idiot."

He slapped me and sat me down.

"Get used to that now sweetheart, especially talking back. They don't like that kind of shit."

I sat there, shaking and scared, trying to figure a way out.

Dean went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and I jumped up and ran to the door. I began to bolt down the hallway and as soon as I got to the stairs, I saw him. Enzo. Dean's buddy from the gym.

This can't be a coincidence.

I began to back up before he saw me, and before I could figure out another way, Dean pulled me backwards and put his hand over my mouth.

I tried everything. I knew I was out of chances. He was too strong.

He threw me on the couch and hit me in the back of my head.

"Erin, you are so fucking lucky they want you in perfect condition.
You stupid bitch!"

KNOCK KNOCK

I began screaming and kicking and the next thing I knew Dean punched me. Hard. I don't remember much after that. I drifted in and out of consciousness.

You had to hit her?

Here's your money.

The voices were muffled to me. I could barely focus.

Someone lifted me up and I remember falling over their shoulder and being carried away.

I close my eyes and just let go.