August, 12 2020. 5:20 P.M
Cloe's POV
"Mom," I groggily call from the kitchen doorframe. A wave of pain shoots through my stomach again. I grip it and cry out in pain. "Mom!" I shout louder. She appears in the hallway of where I'm looking with a smirk.
"I see it's working," She says, walking up to me. I arch my eyebrows in confusion. She laughs loudly and comes closer. "My plan, dear," She smiles smugly. I stumble back in pain, pulling my hand up to my mouth to muffle a cry.
"W-What did you do to me?!" I demand answers, feeling like I've been stabbed in my back and head. "Why, you're dying," She giggles. I feel my legs becoming weak, causing me to hold onto the wall. I groan as I have a headache and a stomach ache.
"W-What the fu-fuck," I stutter. "Why?" I ask. She just chuckles and crosses her arms.
"If I can't have you, no one can," She explains to me. I lean against the wall, feeling like something is pressed against my chest. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but hear yelling. Men, lots of men and my mother. Loud yelling. I feel myself collapse into someones arms, unable to move. I close my eyes and everything goes black.
Again, short chapter, I'm sorry! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this enough to continue reading!
