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Hope you guys enjoy this first chapter. It's short, I know. But better things are to come. I MISSED YOU ALL, MY INCREDIBLE READERS!

Thrust

He panted, reaching deep inside of her, filling her in ways that only he could. She tries to feel good. But it doesn't.

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He groans. She closes her eyes, remembering the qualities of the man pushing into her. He was handsome: his dark brown hair was perfectly combed, his nose was sharp, and the wrinkles on his forehead only added to his charm. He wasn't remarkably tall or lean, but there are enough thin lines of muscle for him to be manly. He stared at her body, his brown eyes taking in her each feature – especially her breasts.

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He was rich, he took care of her. He was always polite to other people and he got along well with her parents. He bought her a car and all the clothes she wanted. He gave her a huge diamond ring. The least she could do was bear his child.

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He grunted and released a warm liquid into her. She should've been in bliss. But she felt disgusted. It hurt and all she wanted right now was to shower, but he wouldn't allow her. He believes that his "seed" should remain at least half an hour inside of her. During that time, she wasn't allowed to move.

He gave her one last kiss and pulled away, putting on a robe as he picked one of his Freud books. He always loved to read a book after he was finished – a habit she couldn't understand. Wasn't he supposed to hold her and tell her that he loved her? He's given everything to her, she shouldn't complain. Maybe, just maybe, if she performed better, he would show more affection.

"Are you on that time of the month?" He asked without glancing away from his book. Lately, he has been keeping tabs on her menstrual cycle because they decided to have their first child. After all, they've been married for five years and their parents have been asking already. Also, he was 36, which means that he should've had his first baby already. But he didn't, because he decided to wait for somebody like her.

"Today is the most fertile day," To be honest, she was keeping tabs on her cycles as well because she wanted to have a child as much as he did. She became a teacher because she loved children. She volunteered as a soccer coach because it made her happy to see a bunch of kids running around. Having a baby was the one thing missing for her to be a complete woman. She would be married to a good man, have a happy family, and be faithful to God. That's why she prayed every night for Him to bless them with a child of their own. But, apparently, God was testing their faith.

"You said the same thing last month," He argued, still focused on his book, "Maybe you should try to be a little more into it, Alison."

Tears gathered in the corner of Alison's blue eyes. She wrapped the sheets around her naked body, suddenly feeling vulnerable. She turned away, her wavy blonde hair falling onto her face, shielding her from his gaze, even if he was still reading the book.

"I'm trying, Elliott. It's just… uncomfortable sometimes," Alison didn't want to tell him that he had hurt her on occasion, but it's happened often. More than often, actually.

Elliott finally tore his eyes away from his book and looked at her, "I know, love. We'll keep trying. It's just that I want a baby so bad!"

"Me too," Alison smiled, picturing her life: Mr. and Mrs. Rollins and their kids, an older boy and a younger sister and maybe a dog after. The scenario was perfect. Her life would be perfect. She would just have to wait a little longer until her happily ever after.

On Sunday morning, Alison and Elliott went to church. Going to church has always been a part of Ali's routine. Her mom used to take her on her chest when she was barely a baby. She could remember going to church in the morning and a picnic with her parents and her brother, Jason, later. Alison knew by head all the songs and most verses from the Bible. When she grew up, Alison volunteered for teaching girls how to play soccer. Under the pastor's watch, of course. And now, as a married woman ready to begin a family, Alison still went to church. Elliot, of course, was a Christian man as well. In fact, they met at a church event, which means that this church was a special place for the them.

"Alison, my dear, here you are!" Her parents, Jessica and Kenneth DiLaurentis, walked to the pew where she sat with Elliot. Even though she had left her home, Alison always met her parents at church and they seldom had lunch together afterward, "Good to see you too, Elliot."

"It's always a pleasure, Mrs. D!" In spite of their age gap of eleven years, her parents have been supportive of their relationship. In fact, the whole Rosewood community has.

They stopped chattering when they heard the pastor's voice, always clear and soft. Alison, as many Christians, respected the pastor's words and would not speak until allowed so. When Mr. Smith preached, no one dared to talk. The prayers began and Alison automatically mouthed the words. Her mind was in her personal litany.

"God, please, give me a child," She had been asking for this for at least six months, but it seemed that God was setting up a challenge for her and Elliott. Even though they were having sex on her fertile days with no protection, she hasn't got pregnant. But Alison trusted God. He knew what He was doing.

Then, Smith began to preach about the importance of family and how it was the base of modern society. Alison smiled and slid her hand into Elliott's, twining their finger. She gave him a light squeeze and he looked back at her and grinned. Yes, they understood the meaning of family. That's why they wanted to desperately have one.

"And, now, I must say something, my friends!" Smith shifted to another subject, "We, as Christians, cannot and must not stand and watch as our country treats homosexuality as if it was a normal thing. It isn't! God made the man and the woman, Adam and Eve," Though Alison didn't have a concrete view on homosexuality, she could not understand what drove a woman to be attracted to another woman. They were bound to miss something. After all, a woman couldn't offer the same love and protection that a man could. The same thing goes for gay men. No man could offer the same delicacy that a woman could. To make matters worse, homosexual couples couldn't conceive children. If they cannot reproduce, what's the point of their relationship at all? But Rosewood was a small town and no one was gay in there. Thank God, because Alison wouldn't know how to react. On the other hand, her parents and Elliott would despise someone like that.

"And, as Christians, how should we solve the problem?" A voice Alison had never heard broke the silence. She turned her head and watched as a woman rose from her pew as if she would dare to defy the pastor. Alison had never seen her, yet she looked so familiar. She was tall and slim, her hair was black, long, and wavy and her eyes were as hard as an oak. She was beautiful, Ali concluded, but there was something dark about her.

Mr. Smith seemed taken aback by the sudden question, but he cleared his throat and answered, "We should spread the word of Jesus, teach our kids what is right and what is wrong, and pray for the adults. God has shown us so many times that there is a way out of homosexuality."

The woman clenched her fists, "So, you think we should get rid of homosexuality, right? That means we have to kill them!"

The people sitting in those pews gasped in horror. Alison sat in shock as she tried to take in what that woman just said. Her mother blinked wildly as if trying to grasp the meaning of those words, and her father flushed in anger. Elliott's jaw hardened.

Another woman, who was sitting right beside the one who stood up, tugged the brunette's sleeve. It was Pam Fields, a woman who worked as a secretary for Rosewood PD. The other woman looked strikingly similar to her, albeit younger and taller. Alison guessed that must be her daughter,"Emily, this isn't the place-"

"As Christians, we do not support murder of any kind," The pastor tried to explain, "But we also have to fight against sin."

"You fucking hypocrite!" Emily (that's her name, Alison guessed) spat, "You're saying we should get rid of gays, but you don't want to compromise with the blood on your hands!" She burst out of the church with Mrs. Fields following her shortly. The suffocating feeling of shock faded, but the pastor ended his preach.

"Poor Mrs. Fields," Her mother pitied.

"Well, she better control her daughter's tongue," Her father's neck was still red with anger.

"That woman seems quite disturbed," Elliot commented and squeezed her hand, "I don't want you anywhere near her."

"I don't even know her," Alison replied absentmindedly. Whoever that Emily was, she had caught her attention.