Aliyah's Teddy Bears.

Chapter 4

The outfit and her makeup looked like the pic that is right up there ^
She wore it with black boots and a black beanie. She straightened her hair and was just a normal indie scene kid. (Look up indie scene outfits on Google if you don't know what indie scene means!) She was waiting outside the Sub Shop.

Then she heard his classic 1967 Chevy impala. Inside, was a smile from William and an angry look from Victor. William ran out of the car and lifted her with laughter. She laughed. He set her down. That's when horror came along. Victor jumped out of the car mad. He walked over to her. Her grin was turning into a frightening expression. He pushed her and kept asking, "Why? Why him? Why Aliyah?!?!" He was getting aggressive. William jumped in. "Victor stop. Victor! Stop!!" She cried and fell on the floor. He sat on her thighs and started hitting her, punching her, cussing. "Victor, get off of her!!" William attacked his brother. He got up. "Why Will? Why her?" He pointed at her. She lied there, eyes closed, breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. Bruises already appearing. Swelling in her cheeks. "Victor, get away from her. Don't you ever hurt her or the baby! Now get out of my sight!!" William yelled. Victor stumbled but then ran. Aliyah got up sobbing with her arms hugging herself. William looked over. "Ali," he held her, "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do that." She was crying.... Again. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Of course, I'm worried about you," he bent down and touched her stomach. She made a small smile. "It's a girl," she said. He looked into her eyes. "Yeah!" He replied. They kissed. She stopped. "Take me home please," her arms were around his neck, "I feel... Unstable." He took her to the car and drove off to his house.

"What happened?" asked William's father, whose name was Riley. "Victor," she whispered, "he did this." He was astonished at the sight. "My son Victor?" He sat down. William carried Aliyah to the bathroom. He got out the first aid kit. "Where are you hurt?" He asked. "I'm fine, just a headache." She replied. "Well there are band aids, Neosporin," he continued the list of stuff inside. "I'm ok Will," she was getting impatient. "Oh, here is an ice pack." She rolled her eyes and stopped him. "William!" She put her hands on his shoulders. He looked up with a tear on his face. "I'm so sorry about Victor," his voice was trembling. She hugged him and replied, "Oh Will. I'm ok. All I need is that ice pack ok?" She looked into his eyes. He pulled her in for a kiss. "Do you have clothes I can change into?" She asked,. "Uh yeah. Be right back," he left the room. He came back with her tight black belly shirt and her ripped skinny jeans. "How did these get here?" She said. "You left them that night we uh..." He replied looking down at the ground. "Oh right. I will give you back your pajamas that I borrowed tomorrow." She got down from the counter. He left he room to give her privacy. When she got out, she went to his room. "What's that?" He said. She looked down at herself. "Oh yeah, I still have my belly piercing on." She took it off. She sighed, tired.

He was on Twitter in his bed. She pulled back the sheets and laid down next to him.
"Babe?"
"What's up?"
"Do you love me?"
He looked at her. "Of course I do!" he said with a kiss for her forehead.
Then suddenly, the door slammed shut.

Victor was back.