Part 2The Bloodline Report

My father raised his fist, aiming directly at my pregnant belly.

My mother threw herself in front of me, taking the blow. "Are you crazy?" she screamed. "That's your grandchild in there!"

Father let out a cold laugh and shoved the report into Mother's hands.

My mother, who had just been protecting me, looked at the paper and turned pale as a ghost. She shoved me away from her like I was contagious, shaking her head violently.

"No... no, this can't happen."

I realized the problem was in that report. "Mom, what is it? What's wrong with my baby?"

She ignored me. She grabbed my father’s arm. "We can't do it here. It's too public. I have an idea."

"Get some men. Put them in a room with Sarah."

I stood frozen, a chill running down my spine. Why did that piece of paper turn my loving family into monsters?

I tried to run, but my father caught me. They gagged me, threw me into a van, and locked me in a windowless room with five naked men.

I banged on the door until my hands bled. No one came.

The men dragged me to the floor. When I fought, they beat me.

My child became nothing more than a pool of dried blood on the concrete floor.

A week later, my parents and Alex came to get me.

"Let's go home, Sarah," my mother said, smiling sweetly.