Melissa👆
Cassie's POV
4 months after Sam starts searching
It's been like what, six months since I haven't seen Sam. The heat got worse until some point I just ended up in a coma for three days. Calvin, *scoff*, don't even get me started on him. He stopped fucking me when I started getting my huge belly and my father had the kindness to actually give me food and water. But I know exactly why he did it yet I keep eating. Whenever I eat anything I throw it up. But the water helps a lot and the baby is okay I think. I think about a week ago, I got my first baby kick. I have been sleep deprived, get nightmares whenever I do manage to sleep and if I get good dreams I start crying because they usually involve Sam. I know Sam has been searching for me I can feel it. But I can also feel vampires, but not just one, many of them. Often I feel like a certain earthquake is under me, but I figure it's just my imagination. I want to go home, I want to be with Sam, I want my regular life back! The baby kicks a little at my sadness.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, nothing is gonna happen to you I swear. I won't let them lay a finger on you." I whisper to my baby silently. Someone comes in the room. My head jerks up.
"Let's see how can I hurt you without hurting that precious child. Oh I know." Marcus says chuckling. In his hand he has a silver dagger with a wooden handle. My eyes widen at the sight of it. He comes over to me and grabs my leg. I scream and kick him in the face.
"Stupid bitch!" he yells as he waves the knife in the air, aimlessly and cuts my ankle.
I gasp in pain and sink to the floor. I look at my ankle. It was gushing blood and the pain was indescribable. The lack of blood was not helping me or my baby. Marcus smirks and pulls out a bottle of alcohol from behind him. Tears full my eyes as I figure out what he's gonna do. At least it will help. He unscrews the cap and pours it on my ankle. I scream and gasp in pain. No this alcohol was only meant for hurting, not healing. It felt like he was putting a match to my bloody ankle. I cry out in pain as he puts pressure on it and he drags his nails along the wound, making it deeper and probably infected. I sob loudly and with a final smirk, he leaves the room. The pain is too intense. I can't take it here! Then I remembered a song. Just a random, depressing song and started singing. (Christina Perri: Jar of Hearts)
You know I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love
I loved the most
I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
I've learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
They took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
