“Okay, wait a minute. How is he considered a one-night stand if she ended up living with him.” Ren glares at me again then talks to me as if I’m slow.
“Troy, when I met Olivia, she told me that Jerry was not her son’s father. She has only been with Jerry since Alex was nine months old and left him a month and a half ago because he was abusive. She said that Alex’s father was a man she met and fell head over heels for in one night. She only knew his name was Alexander and was hoping to get to know him better, but he left her the next morning.”
My heart sinks and I think I’m going to throw up.
“Holy Shit, Dude,” Jax, blurts out. “Isn’t your real first name Alexander? The nurse mentioned that the first night you were brought here and we thought she was taking us to the wrong patient. You have been looking for your soul mate/one-night stand for over two and a half years named Livvy, as in Olivia. It looks like neither one of you were very straightforward about who you were. No wonder you couldn’t find each other.”
Jax is a jackass, but he’s saying everything that just rushed through my mind on its own. I look to the little boy I now know as Alex and see the sky blue eyes and dark hair that resembles my own. He has his mother’s nose and full lips, but my dimples when he smiles. My God! The woman I have been searching for since that fateful night, got pregnant and gave birth to my son, on her own, without help, and without me. My heart hurts for the loss I feel. I feel the loss of time, the loss of connection to my son, the loss of being there for her when she needed me the most. What a cruel joke for fate to play.
I don’t realize I have tears running down my face like a pansy-assed baby until I feel it drip to my forearm. I look to Ren and Tori and see that they have come to the same conclusion as tears stream down their cheeks too. “My full name is Alexander Troy Savage and I think you are holding my son.” Ren stands and brings Alex to my lap. He reaches first for my IV line, but Ren tells him, “no- no,” earning me a slap on the cheek with his chubby hand; Ren laughs.
“Daddy hits.”
Silence descends on the room as we all come to the same conclusion. Livvy is in danger. Jerry is a dead man and there is no time to waste.
I stare at this perfect version of me; overjoyed and devastated at the same time. I have missed out on so much. Livvy had to endure so much without me. Holding this baby, my son, fills me with so much happiness that fate, the fickle bitch, has come full circle to reunite me with my son and his mother.
Chapter Twelve
Survive:
*continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship. *manage to keep going in difficult circumstances.
~Olivia~
I am no longer shackled because both my wrists are raw and bloody and I think he realizes there is no place for me to go. I have looked out the windows and there is no civilization in sight. Not even a noticeable road. We are secluded in a little cabin in the middle of the woods and I wouldn’t know which way to run for safety if I could get away. I haven’t even seen his truck so he must park far away and walk in. I have lost track of how many days I have been here and how many times I have been raped. Jerry keeps repeating that it’s not rape because we are together and the fact that we have not had sex before now is just a formality.
“After so many years of cohabitation, we will be considered legally wed. I think it’s seven, so after six more years you will be my wife in the eyes of the law. We will probably have four or five kids by then and you will have no choice but to stay with me and love me as the father of your children.”
He is delusional, but I don’t say that. He is getting angrier by the day about our “lovemaking,” as he calls it. I still call it rape but not to his face. He wants me to moan and say it feels so good, but I truly feel nothing other than violence. I have never had an orgasm with him and he has tried everything to coax one from my body. Thankfully, I have perfected my disconnect, so I feel nothing that resembles pleasure. When he is finished and realizes that he has once again failed to turn me on, he beats me relentlessly. He stays away from my torso; he says in case there is a baby, but my face, arms, and lower legs are covered in cuts and bruises. I have two black eyes and a split lower lip, and every time I stand, dizziness overwhelms me so I’m sure I have a concussion.
He left today after my rape and said he would be back in five minutes. He was actually gone an hour and
