Chapter 21 Typical Ace

• AELLA
• The nerve! I sniff, forcing my tears back. I wish I were stronger, then I would have stabbed him deeper, and he would have bled more. Who does he think he is? ordering me around and making decisions for me. I would accept everything; I can take it with a frown, but he has no right to force a child on me.
• A baby, how can someone as broken as me carry an innocent child in her womb? Mama would be turning in her Grave, praying I become barren, and my breast become as dry as the dessert. Mama made sure I prayed every night, begging God to close my womb so I don't end up bringing another abomination, another sin into this world.