Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

As Ryan pulled up to the scene, his heart dropped at the sight of Sarah. She was bruised all over, her clothes torn and barely hanging on. She sat huddled in a secluded corner, her eyes swollen from crying. The moment she heard footsteps, she flinched, but then Ryan's voice cut through her fear.

"Sarah?"

Her eyes darted up, filled with disbelief and desperation. "Ryan, please, you've got to help me. I don't want to die! Save me, save our baby."

Ryan's heart ached as he scooped her up without hesitation, carefully placing her in his car. She was a bundle of nerves, jumping at every little sound, clearly traumatized.

When they reached the hospital, Sarah clung to the car's door frame, refusing to go inside. It was then Ryan noticed her fingernails, almost all broken—a painful sight that made him wince.

"Ryan, you're the only one I trust right now!" she begged, fear written all over her pale face as she held her stomach protectively. "The baby... our baby is gone. I can't go on. It's all Clara's fault, Ryan. Did you know? It's all because of her!"

Ryan squeezed her hand gently, trying to steady her. "Let's just let the doctors check you out first, okay? See what's really happening."

Sarah managed a bitter smile, tugging at the tatters of her clothing. Her body was a map of bruises, and her tears seemed endless.

"Can't you see? I was attacked! Clara could've helped me, but she acted like she didn't even know me."

With her eyes tightly shut, her hands cradling her stomach, hatred burned in her expression.

"Forget it," she muttered. "I know you won't believe me, but you can ask the cemetery caretaker where your dad is buried."

Finally, she let go, and the doctors took her inside for an exam.

Ryan's head was spinning with confusion as he rushed to the cemetery. The caretaker was still there when he arrived.

Ryan got out of the car, approaching the small security booth. "Excuse me, can I ask-"

Before he could finish, the caretaker recognized him. "You're Ryan, right?" "Yeah, that's me."

The caretaker lit a cigarette, looking curious. "It's late. Why aren't you with your family? What brings you here?"

"Have you seen these two women?" Ryan asked, showing him pictures of Sarah and Clara on his phone.

The caretaker's eyes brightened with recognition. "Yeah, I saw them. The young lady looked rough, and when I asked the prettier one, I thought they

are friends, but she claimed she

know her."

Ryan's heart sank, his hand clenching into a fist. Without wasting any more time,

he headed back to the hospital.

When he returned, the doctors

confirmed their worst fear-the baby

was gone. From the room, he could Sarah's laughter, a haunting

of someone on the edge.

Sarah had always been so careful with the baby, panicking at every little bump.

Her grief now was all too real.

Opening the door, Ryan found her tugging at her hair, a manic smile plastered on her face.

"Hahaha, Clara says she doesn't

know me. What a pathetic lie. Ryan,

you probably think I'm making this up, that 'm trying to frame her. But she doesn't like me, and she sure doesn't like your child. She wanted us gone, just like that. But here I am, alive. Why am I still alive? noveldrama