Cause for Alarm

He leaned toward her, the expression in his light eyes glacial. "You want to be like other women? Like your mother, the whore?"

He hauled her out of the tub and forced her onto the floor. "Come on then, I'll treat you like other women."

"No, John, I'm sorry. Please-" She tried to scramble to her knees; he knocked her back to the tile, falling onto her, knocking the breath from her lungs.

"I'll treat you like other women," he said again, unzipping his fly. "I treated you like you were special, but you didn't like that. It wasn't good enough." He forced her legs apart with his. "So be like everyone else, Julia

He rammed himself into her.

Julia

He thrust into her again, then again. Pain tore through her. It felt as if he were trying to punch a hole into her uterus with his penis and hammer to death the baby she carried.

He pulled out, but the nightmare wasn't over. He flopped her onto her stomach and dragged her to her knees. Then he thrust into her from behind, holding onto her by her hips as she tried to crawl away, his fingers digging mercilessly into her flesh.

"You like this, Julia

He grabbed her tender breasts, squeezing and pinching them. "Do it, Julia

Sobbing, she did, forcing the sounds past her lips, demeaned and ashamed, horrified. She wanted to shrivel up into a tiny ball, one so small that no one could see her. She wanted to die.

He climaxed, arching against her, his hands on her breasts tightening, the noises slipping past his lips feral, those of a beast who had dominated its foe.

He released her, and she collapsed to the floor. Her abdomen cramped, a gut-knotting pain, like a jagged blade ripping her delicate i

"Now you're like other women." She heard the rasp of a zipper and the click of a belt being fastened. "Now you're like your mother. Happy?"

Her stomach clenched, then rose to her throat. She tried to hold her vomit back, but couldn't and turned her head to the side and puked.

He made a sound of disgust, then tossed her a towel. "You'll get rid of the baby tomorrow. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Until now, I've trusted you completely. Has that been a mistake?"

She whimpered and shook her head.

"Good. You'll never defy or disobey me again. Or you will be punished. Severely. Do you understand?"

She nodded. This time that wasn't good enough, and he asked her again. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Get rid of it tomorrow, or I'll do it myself."

And then he was gone.

Julia

John was the man her mother told her he was. A CIA assassin. The monster Clark Russell had described. The one who had killed those people in the photographs, and many others, according to Clark.

And he would kill her, too. If he ever caught up with her.

He wouldn't, she promised herself, using the edge of the counter for support and dragging herself unsteadily to her feet. She would stay a step ahead of him, even if she had to run for the rest of her life.

4

Julia

Julia

But worth it, she decided. She didn't care how desperate she was, she simply could not bear the free clinic. She had taken one look inside and turned around and walked back out. It had been crowded with all ma

In stark contrast, Dr. Samuel's office was bright, sweet smelling and comfortable. The waiting room had been populated by a handful of other respectable-looking women, all noticeably pregnant.

Though everyone had gone out of their way to make her feel comfortable, she was nervous. Her palms were sweating, her heart beating fast. She didn't know what to expect; wondered what Dr. Samuel would be like and how he would take her request.

Julia

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose. After today, she reminded herself, she wouldn't need any more doctor visits. It would be over. She shook her head. What had she been thinking for all these months? Being pregnant was a mistake. A big mistake.

The door opened and a man wearing a white coat walked through, the nurse who had taken Julia

She took it. He was youngish and almost attractive, with a thin face and round, wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like someone who would be a good doctor-smart and kind. She relaxed a bit, slightly reassured. "Julia

"Nice to meet you." He dropped her hand and turned to the nurse. She handed him a folder, no doubt the questio

"No, doctor."

"And you don't smoke. That's good." He smiled briefly. "Calculating from the date of your last menstrual cycle, you're 25 weeks, 3 days. That makes your due date May 11." He looked at her. "That sound about right?"

"I guess."

"Why don't you lie back and we'll take a look at how you're progressing."

Julia

"Could be a girl," he murmured. "Girls' heartbeats are faster." He held out a hand to help her back into a sitting position.

"That's it?" she asked, surprised.

He smiled again and the nurse chuckled. "You want more? Most of my patients can't wait to get out of here."

"I just…I just thought there'd be…that you'd do more."

He glanced at her chart again. "You're young and healthy. It says here that money is an issue, and since I don't see any reason to do an ultrasound, I won't. They're expensive."

He met her eyes. "You're not having any problems you haven't mentioned, are you? Any bleeding? Pain? Anything like that?"

Julia

Julia

Ten minutes later, Julia