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________________Last Friday night……_______________________
Martha groaned, feeling pressure on her bladder and a weight on her ribs. Her heart slammed in her chest like a speeding car hitting a wall. She jerked up,her cornflower blue eyes wide open.
Her breathing was ragged and harsh.
She shivered and grasped the hand that was now clutching her tightly holding her to its warm figure.
She looked down. It was definitely a man’s arm. Hairy arms, large hands and masculine rings adorning his thick fingers. Her father would never lay by her, she glanced around quickly.
She didn't recognize the room. She wasn’t in her family home or even in her own bed!
This room had Dark green walls, images of hunting dogs and fowl seemed to be around. Green’s reds and creams layered the bed around her. It was very masculine. Not anything Martha would have picked out.
Martha shifted to lay on her back and inspect the strange man’s who occupied the bed beside her. He was deep in sleep looking blissfully unaware at her growing panic. His chest rose and fell softly. The rising sunlight casting a honeyed glow across his handsome face. He had full pink lips, high cheekbones and a boyish face. His hair was shorn close to his head with a mop top of brown hair parted to the side. Who was this?
Her heart felt like ice water was slowly being poured over it but the rest of her body felt on fire. She needed to get out of here now before he woke up. She gingerly sat up and gently folded his arm across his chest. He groaned causing a shot of fear through Martha. He settled back into a consistent sleep rhythm quickly though.
Martha ran to the first bathroom straight ahead and slammed the door. Her body came crashing down against it while she locked it and started crying on the cool white tiled floor.
She saw the mirror above the sink and stood looking at herself for a moment. She tilted her head this way and that. Her large blue eyes looked like dinner plates on her face. Her tiny pointed chin quivered making her full lips jut out in a pout. She smoothed down her long sandy blond hair pulling it away from her face.
She was in a short pink sheer nightgown and looked to be round with the child.
“Oh God, please!” She sneezed out, her knee trying to buckle beneath her. How could she be pregnant?!
There was a gold ring on her finger and she had no idea what was happening.
She was only nineteen, a good little church girl that helped teach Sunday school at her fathers church. She hadn’t been seeing anyone. Her life was literally devoted to raising her sibling since her mother had passed only two months ago.
“Martha?” She persummed it had been the man who she’d been in bed with. He knocked softly on the door. She tried to stop the cold panic coursing through her veins. She could feel a panic attack going on. She started shaking terrified out of her mind. She wanted her daddy. She desperately tried to recall their phone number to the church. Someone could surely rescue her.
“Babs, you alright?” He sounded sweet, soft and concerned. He had an accent she couldn’t place.
“No.” She sobbed out. She wasn’t. She remembered being at the beach yesterday. They had a fish fry by the water's edge. The community had come. So many new faces. Martha had played with the children by the beaches edge and taught a lesson about Jesus’s faithfulness.
She didn’t remember getting married……or getting pregnant!
“Love, open the door. Please, Martha.” He knew her name…