Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

"I see that you ran out of contraceptive pills a while ago and you didn't bother to buy it on your own. So here they are, don't forget to take them, I'm least in the mood for shitty things" he said calmly but dangerously and then barged inside the bathroom to change.

She opened her eyes and took large gulps of air, breathing heavily. She almost forgot to breath in his presence. 
Did he just called their future baby as shitty things? She thought being disgusted by his filthy tongue and mindset. 
It was the least thing she expected, because she always thought that a baby might change their life, especially him.

I'm disappointment she laid again on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep is better than everything, she always thought. For her sleep always had been a temporary escape to all the problems in life. 
She even started taking sleeping pills during her depression in order to sleep and avoid people as much as possible. The pills made her sleep at least for 24 hours. They had a strong impact.

The last thing she wished before her sleep was not to have a baby, at least not with him. With her depressing life, the baby will suffer too. And he can never be a good father. The thought made her more insecure as she realized that she didn't took any precaution after their last intercourse and her periods were late too.

That can't be happening, she shook the thought. 
He will never allow it.

She slept in peace with a worry lingering in her head. 
Soon her body realized, strong arms around her wrapped like a covet. 
After all she had to bear with it.

In morning she woke up early but still felt a little bit tired. She prepared breakfast only for him as she felt extremely nauseated to eat anything.

When she did not sat with him to have breakfast, he felt suspicious and made her stop as she was about to sneak back in their room.

"Why are you not eating?" He asked sternly.

"I'm not feeling well" she replied truthfully.

"What is it?" He asked with raised brows.

"I'm just feeling nauseous and tired. It might be due to restless tour" she said trying to dodge his attention as she never liked him being concern for her. It made her feel suffocated because he always acted like he cares when he don't.

Without waiting for his reply she rushed upstairs, not wanting to continue the conversation.

But he knew what he needs to do