“It’s my time,” I called out to Mistress Mary. She was looking scared to death, but then she turned bright red and anger took over.
“This little bastard better be black as night, Pansy or I’m gonna kill it,” Miss Mary whispered in my ear.
It wasn’t my fault her husband, Massa Barren, kept sneaking in my quarters after dark and taking advantage of me. I was in love with James, and we wanted to jump the broom, but Massa Barren denied us. He threatened to kill James if he saw us together, so we made sure he never did.
“No, Miss Mary. Please don’t kill my baby!” I pleaded.
The pains came quicker and grew worse with each minute. I tried my best to hold that baby in, because I knew it wasn’t from James. Mama taught me to be a modest lady, and I would not allow James to bed me until I was his wife. When I popped up in the belly, I had to tell him the truth about Massa Barren. I would have taken that secret to my grave, but there was no hiding it, I was with child. The baby was coming, and even though it cost me the man I loved, I still wanted it. I had been sold away from my mama and papa when I was twelve, never to see them again. I could never leave my child on purpose, and I would not let anyone take my baby from me.
“Pansy, I know you’ve been with my husband and this baby better not be his.”
Panic set in and I tried to get up to run. My legs would not hold me. I was trapped here under the care of a woman who hated me, and just threatened to kill my almost born child. I loved my baby, and I would do everything in my power to save it.
I started praying:
“Oh Lord, please save my child from this wicked woman. Touch her heart Lord, and let her see my baby had no choice in how it came to be. Let her have mercy and give my baby to me.”
My prayer was almost begging. I was crying and screaming from the pain. Finally, I had no choice but to push her out into existence. To no one’s surprise, a white baby with beautiful hazel eyes and straight hair looked at me, as she took her first breath. I reached for her, but before the midwife could hand her to me, Miss Mary said “Don’t you hand that thing to her. It’s an abomination and it must be killed.”
My baby girl started crying, as if she knew what was about to happen. Everyone in the room began to panic as Miss Mary snatched my baby from the midwife’s arms, held her upside down by her feet and slit her poor little throat with a knife, slaughtering her like you would a hog.
“Here’s your demon child,” she said, as she tossed my baby at Massa Barren’s feet…
This is an excerpt of part 1 of 6 in my Southern Horror Short Stories currently available on Amazon.
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