If Y/n had been not a 2p, or if she were Belarus, he might have scared her. Instead just made her angry. She pushed him so she had space. "I don't want to marry you, Allen. I don't care that I'm pregnant with your child. It doesn't change how I feel.", she said.
Allen scowled. "You will marry me, Doll. I don't care if your unhappy about it. Your pregnant with my kid. You belong to me.", he said. Y/n's face got red with anger.
"I belong to fucking no one. You least of all, Douchebag.", she yelled. Allen went to say something but the door to elevator opened on the first floor. Allen grabbed Y/n's arm and dragged her from the elevator. He marched out of the hotel and into the parking lot.
There Y/n spotted the rest of the F.A.C.E. family standing a taxi the size of a minivan. Allen let go of air and tried to hold her hand. Y/n swatted his away and continued walking towards the van.
Nobody said anything as they all climbed into the van. The ride was in silence as well. When they finally got to restaurant and got out Y/n debated running away but decided just to go in.
Y/n took a deep breathe as she went through the door and proceeded to vomit.
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It's all my 1p's fault.
FanficY/n L/n is the 2p of c/n. She hacks, murders people, and gets into fights on a regular basis. Her life is perfect. That is until her 1p gets herself knocked up and Y/n finds herself pregnant and thrust into a marriage she didn't want. I don't own he...
