He left me hanging, so I disappear foreverChapter 1
It was my graduation day, but instead of my boyfriend Oliver celebrating it with me, he was celebrating with his so-called friend Naomi. Forced to celebrate alone, I went to a bar, drowning my sadness in a drink. I didn’t know that moment would lead to harm. Someone had put something in my drink, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged into a car.
I tried to fight, but my body felt heavy. In desperation, I managed to call Oliver. "Help me," I begged, my voice trembling as the men around me laughed.
"Stop faking it, Hannah," Oliver said coldly. "Don’t make a scene just because you’re mad I wasn’t there today. I told you I had something important to do."
Through the phone, I heard a woman’s voice—Naomi’s. She giggled and said, "Oliver, should I take off the lingerie now?"
I froze, my chest tightening as her voice mocked me through the line. Before I could say anything, the call went dead.
I was left alone to face the horrors of that night. The men didn’t just hurt me—they tortured me. Their cruelty knew no limits, and as I cried and begged for it to stop, my worst fears came true. The pain they inflicted on me took something precious I had been keeping a secret—my baby.
I hadn’t even told Oliver yet. I was planning to surprise him after graduation, to tell him he was going to be a father. I thought it would bring us closer, but now that future was gone, ripped away from me in the cruelest way.
When it was over, they left me in the middle of nowhere, broken, bleeding, and crying into the cold, damp earth.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in the hospital. My body ached in ways I couldn’t describe. Every movement sent sharp pain through me, but the physical agony couldn’t compare to the emptiness in my chest.
I looked around the sterile room, expecting to see Oliver. For one fleeting second, I imagined him pacing anxiously or sitting by my side, worried about me. But the chair beside me was empty. He wasn’t there.
Fighting the lump in my throat, I reached for my phone. My hands trembled as I dialed his number. It rang once. Twice.
No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. The pit in my stomach grew heavier with each failed attempt.