“I’m taking care of Jasmine right now,” he snapped. “Don’t start with your attention-seeking stuff. Just get back here. She needs food. You should be helping instead of playing games.”
Then the line cut.
I stared at my phone in disbelief.
The men heard it. “Tch. Worthless,” one said, before slapping me across the face. “It seems it was truly Jasmine, so what are you?”
I felt my lip split.
Me? I guess… nothing.
Still, they didn’t let me go. They started torturing me and I heard they would kill me so that Scott would know his place. I could only cry for help… but none came.
The next thing I remembered was being dumped in front of the hospital like trash.
When I woke again, I was in a bed. The air smelled sterile. The fluorescent lights stung my eyes.
“Don’t move too much,” a nurse said gently. “You lost a lot of blood.”
I blinked slowly, my voice hoarse. “What… happened?”
“You were found unconscious and bruised. Someone called it in anonymously. But…” she hesitated.
“But what?” I asked.
“I’m sorry to inform you… you lost the baby.”
“…What?”
I stared at her, unmoving.
“You were three months pregnant.”