Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24800815-20150426162030

        My girlfriend, Alicia, seems to be a tad bit mad at me lately. I assume this because, well, she's been giving me the cold shoulder. She simply refuses to talk to me, not even when the topic of her pregnancy comes up.

It's been seven months since we got the news, and being the twenty-three year olds we were, we weren't exactly ready to start a family. And when the doctor told us that the ultrasound revealed twins, that's when the stress really kicked in.

Alicia blamed me, stating that I never once used a condom when we had sex. Her family supported her claim, they even went as far as to call me a "demon" for ruining Alicia's innocence with sex before marriage. About a month after our constant arguing, her family filed a rape charge against me. Alicia told me that if I marry her within the next two months, the charges will be dropped. And with the possibility of a maximum sentence of twenty-five years and a sexual predator stamped permanently on my record, it was an offer I couldn't refuse.

I proposed to her in November of 2014, we have plans to marry in June 2015. Her family dropped the charges, but continued threatening me. I was told to get a job, cut of all communication with my friends and family, and pay attention to Alicia at all times, or the family and their team of high-class lawyers will find some way to sue my ass for custody of our children.

I became an inhuman machine, only capable of pleasing Alicia. Every single day I regret my decision, I'd rather be stuck in a cell with some pedo than with my psychotic fianc  é e. Though I must admit, the new found silence is quite pleasing, as she doesn't even want me around anymore.

The silence was caused by an argument a few weeks ago, hopefully I managed to fill her with some common sense. Our arguments always started the same way, Alicia would whine and moan about something so insignificant and then blow up if I so much as disagreed with her.

That night we were arguing about the date of our upcoming baby shower, she wanted it in May, whereas I wanted it in April. She told me that wouldn't give people enough notice, I told her I didn't care. She snapped and locked herself in the bathroom.

From the bathroom I could make out noises of things being thrown and tossed around. She kept muttering nonsense to herself, "I'll never be a good mother", "I can't do this". I tried telling her she'd make a great mother, and that our kids love her very much, but she told me I was lying and continued crying.

The crying continued for hours on end, until they finally quieted. The door clicked open, inside the bathroom lay an exhausted Alicia. I ran in, terrified, thinking that she may have harmed herself. The cupboard was wide open, but all the pills were neatly in their correct location. I checked for a pulse, and let out a sigh of relief, she was still alive and well. I checked for bruises, cuts, and other signs of self harm, there weren't any.

"She must've tired herself out" I muttered to myself. I carried Alicia to our bedroom, checking the clock as I walked in, 12:34am. I set Alicia down on the bed, pulled the covers back, and tucked her in.

I can't deny the guilt I feel, it isn't Alicia's fault really. Her family is like a pack of wild animals, tormenting not only me, but her as well. Her stress is understandable, she had a life to live, and the pregnancy threw a wrench into our plans.

I've been checking on Alicia every few hours or so, just to make sure she's okay. I plan on calling the doctor, I think she might be getting sick, as she hasn't gotten up since the fight.  </ac_metadata>