Hundred and Thirty-seven

"I won't ask again, Arabella," warned Sandro sternly. "Tell me who it is, or there will be consequences."

Sandro had never used her full name before, and the tone he used was unsettling.

"I don't know, Sandro," she managed, her voice trembling. "I didn't even realize I was pregnant."

"You're lying!" Sandro's voice was sharp. "If you don't give me the answers I want, I'll find a way to make you tell the truth."

Arabella's heart raced at his threat. She knew Sandro was someone not to be taken lightly, and the thought of him causing her pain again sent a chill down her spine. She also understood she was too weak to resist him if he decided to confront her physically. Despite her fear, she couldn't think of a way out.

"I'm not sure what to say," she stammered.

"You better start figuring out your words before I come back." Sandro hissed; he turned and exited the hospital room.

Once he was gone, an oppressive silence filled the room.

Glancing around at where she was, she realized several g