↦ CHAPTER THREE

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I woke up again, panting heavily. I had a nightmare.

A nightmare of my baby leaving me.

I slowly took a few breathes and calmed my nerves down.
I am okay.
The baby's okay.

My star is with me.

I need to calm down.

I reached out to my nightstand, to grab my bottle of water.

As I swayed my hand, I found the familiar object not in their place.

I then remembered, I hadn't keep it there today.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, getting up to get it.

I walked towards the door, and opened it.

But as I did, I noticed lights open.

I had turned off the lights?

I grumble as I walk down.

Perhaps I am overthinking, I am a clumsy woman, I might have forgot.

I sigh and as I reach the kitchen, I notice a figure.

Sitting peacefully on the couch, as if it's their home.

My eyes widened as they met with the person's eyes.

Their black orbs, stared at me.

I looked them up and down, they were holding an object.

A-..a knife.

I gasped as they stood up and walked towards me.

I rush towards the drawers, the best thing to do was to grab a knife and protect yourself.

He rushed towards me, and threw an object at me.

His aim was perfect, as it hit my head and I groaned.
Getting distracted from my goal.

I managed to move around the table, as I raised my head.

"what the fuck? Who are you? What are you doing in my house-" before I could finish, i was pushed against the counter, his other hand wrapped around my neck. He was choking me as I struggled.

I tried to scratch him, or push him. Anything- anything would do.

My hand searched besides me, and as I felt something, i instantly grabbed it and hit his head.

It was a plate, as It came in contact with his head, it shattered into pieces.

My eyes immediatly closed and I turned my head.

I opened my eyes, to find him looking at me, his arm was bleeding.

He blocked the attack by his arm.

"Stop, stop! L-leave me, please!I-i have a kid to take care of!"

I blurt out, slowly taking small steps back.

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