"Please, Lord, help me. Show me what to do." Nikki shook her head and watched the teardrops fall on the Bible's pages. "I know what I have to do, but I don't want to. I'm a coward. I'm selfish. I'm--" She slid to her knees again, resting her head on the open Bible, sobbing.
She didn't hear the door open, didn't feel anything until Brock caught her by her elbow and lifted her to her feet.
"You are pathetic! How long are you going to lay around, crying and talking to a God who sure isn't listening? Can't you figure out what you need to do? What's it going to be, Nikki? Me or that baby?"
Later, all that she could remember clearly was that he called it a baby, not a thing, a problem.
She knew what she had to say, what she should say, but the words still caught in her throat.
"Are you gonna abort it, or not?" He dropped her on the bed. "How long are you going to put us through this?"
He swung back, agony twisting his face. Time slowed, but she couldn't move out of the way as his hand came down and connected hard with her face. Her vision shattered, her neck snapped back and half a heartbeat later she was airborne. The thud when she hit the wall seemed to deafen her and knock the air from her lungs. Nikki slid down, gasping and blinking.
Brock snatched up her Bible and tore it apart at the spine. He yanked and ripped and threw pages across the bed, then across the room.
"Choose!" He threw the cover into her face and stormed out.