Desperate to hide the truth from Bobby, Sarah resorted to keeping her pregnancy a secret, her mind filled with the implications of what it meant for their future. But as the days turned into weeks, the truth became hard to hide, the pregnancy symptoms were hard to hide.

It was on one such day that Bobby confronted her, his eyes cold and calculating as he pushed a box of pregnancy test strips into her hands. Sarah's heart jumped into her throat as she met his eyes, the burden of his constant observation pressing down on her like a crushing weight.


Without a word, Bobby watched as Sarah left to the bathroom, her hands shaking as she opened the test strips and prepared to face the truth again. With each passing second, her heart pounded in her chest, the silence of the room echoing in her ears like a deafening roar.

And then, in a heartbeat, it was done. Sarah stared down at the test strips in her hands, her heart sinking as she saw the unmistakable lines that confirmed her worst fears, again. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that if Bobby knows, it could be the end of her life.

But despite the fact that hopelessness was threatening to overwhelm her, there was a glimmer of hope in the shadows—a silent promise of salvation resonating deep inside her. During that crucial moment, Sarah realized she had a decision to make—a opportunity to take back her life and create a fresh route ahead, unhindered by her past.


And Sarah knew, as she met Bobby's accusing glare, that she would stop at nothing to save the precious life forming inside of her, even if it meant giving up everything she treasured.

The news of Sarah's pregnancy made Bobby scream. Bobby's reaction was far from what Sarah had hoped for or expected. His face turned into a mask of rage and contempt.


"You," he spat, his voice dripping with disgust as he pointed an accusing finger at Sarah. "You think you can trap me with a baby? You're nothing but a worthless whore!"

Sarah recoiled at the hatred in his words, her heart breaking in her chest as she struggled to understand the height of his anger. "Bobby, please," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "I didn't plan this. I swear, I never wanted any of this to happen."

But her words fell on deaf ears as Bobby's rage continued to escalate. With a violent shove, he sent Sarah crashing to the ground, the force of his blow sending searing pain shooting through her body.

Sarah flinched as Bobby's hand connected with her cheek, the sharp crack echoing in the sterile silence of their living room. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sting of the blow.

"You weren't supposed to get pregnant," Bobby snarled, his voice low and menacing. "This wasn't part of the deal."

"You're not the woman I want to have my babies with," he snarled, his voice laced with contempt as he loomed over her. "You're nothing but a mistake, a burden that I'm tired of carrying."

Tears streamed down Sarah's cheeks as she struggled to push herself up from the floor, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and fear. "Please, Bobby," she begged, her voice choked with emotion. "Don't do this. Don't make me go through this alone."

But Bobby's heart was hardened against her pleas. With a cruel sneer, he turned to his second-in-command, Tiger, who stood silently by, watching the scene unfold with a detached expression.

"Take her to the hospital," Bobby ordered, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Get rid of it. I don't want to see her face again until it's done."

Tiger nodded obediently, his eyes flickering briefly with something that resembled pity before he turned and grabbed Sarah roughly by the arm, hauling her to her feet. "Come on," he muttered, his voice gruff with indifference. "Let's get this over with."

Sarah stumbled along beside him, her heart heavy with despair as she resigned herself to the inevitable. She knew that there was no escaping Bobby's wrath, no matter how desperately she wished for a different outcome. All she could do was cling to the fragile hope that someday, somehow, she would find a way to break free from the chains that bound her to him.

As the car kept going to the deserted bus stop, Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her mind swirling with a tumult of conflicting emotions. She glanced nervously at Tiger, unsure of what to expect from the man who had been nothing but a silent observer to her suffering.

'Why are we going there?" Sarah asked quietly, her voice shaky from crying.

Tiger turned to her, his expression surprisingly gentle as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Here," he said gruffly, pressing the money into Sarah's trembling hands. "Take this. It's not much, but it should be enough to get you started."

"The cash in there will take care of you for a while," he said, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Don't worry about paying me back."

Sarah peeked inside the bag - enough money for a bus ticket and a few days' worth of food. Tears welled up again, this time tinged with a sliver of gratitude.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "You work for Bobby."

Tiger remained silent for a moment, then sighed heavily. "I do," he admitted. "But Bobby…well, let's just say he's not always the man he projects himself to be. No one deserves what you've been through today."

"But what about you?" Sarah pressed. "Won't you get in trouble for helping me?"

Tiger shrugged, a hint of defiance in his posture. "Maybe. But there are some lines even I won't cross. Besides, you need a fresh start. A chance to find yourself, your true identity, away from all this."

Find herself? Her true identity? The words echoed in Sarah's mind, a seed of possibility taking root. She had spent so long trying to fit into the life Bobby had molded for her, she'd lost sight of who she truly was.

"Find myself? My true identity how?" she repeated, the question hanging in the air.

Tiger pulled over at a bus stop, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a cold glow on their faces. He turned towards her, his expression uncharacteristically gentle.

Sarah stared at the money in disbelief, her mind struggling to process the unexpected act of kindness from the man who had been Bobby's right-hand man. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't know what to say."

Tiger nodded curtly, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "Don't look back, Sarah. There's a whole new life waiting for you out there. Dont forget to find your true identity, and never let anyone control you again."

'Thankyou so much." Sarah kept saying.

Tiger shrugged, his gruff exterior softening slightly as he met her gaze. "Don't mention it," he muttered, his voice gruff with discomfort. "Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

With that, he turned away, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his own unspoken regrets. Sarah watched him go, a pang of sympathy stirring within her heart for the man who had been forced to carry out Bobby's cruel orders.

But as Tiger disappeared into the night, Sarah's attention turned to the unknown future that lay before her. With a shaky breath, she wiped away her tears and squared her shoulders, determination burning bright within her heart.

As the bus pulled into the station, Sarah boarded, clutching her bag to her chest. She didn't know where this new journey would take her, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a spark of hope ignite within her. She felt free.

Sarah took a deep breath and stepped forward into the unknown. As she settled into her seat, her mind was ed with questions and uncertainties, but in the midst of the chaos, a flicker of hope shone bright.

Perhaps, just perhaps, this was her opportunity to shake off the chains of her past and create a new future for herself. Sarah closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall into a restless sleep, guided by that idea. The bus's steady hum soothed her into a momentary state of peace.

Sarah's thoughts swam with options as the miles stretched in front of her, each one more unclear than the last. She would never, ever again, allow herself to be a pawn in someone else's game, although uncertainty remained.

Sarah promised to take back her identity and create the path she wanted to follow, her resolve growing stronger by the moment. Additionally, when the bus carried her towards an uncertain future, she held unto the hope that somewhere out there, she would find the answers she was desperately looking for.