Demons Can Be Angels But Humans Can Be Demons?!

Chapter 5

(Dragoon here! I'm not dead, yet.... I know people probably want me dead but oh well, I will keep on living! I'm pulling an all nighter for you all so be happy. Anywho, my friend KivXEdd has started a story with my baby Skye in it! You guys should check it out! Get ready for change for poor Skye! Enjoy!)

Skye's POV

Two words: HOSPITALS SUCK!!! I've been stuck in a room with Tony for the past couple days. Staring at the white walls and ceiling is pure boredom. Yesterday a old guy died in the room next to ours, that was the highlight of the time I was here...

Tony was quiet the whole time though, which is unusual. He only talked when his parents showed up and friends from school. He only talked to me once and that was a brief 5 minute talk about the old guy yesterday. My family and the add-ons as they put it always came everyday. When Manic showed up with Shale, Tony cowered the whole time she was here. Of course, she was in human form the whole time they visited but because she loved to pin him down for her dad, Tony was weary because of it.

Cory showed up a few times with his mate Josh. Cory was Mark's and Tony's cousin. The only living cousin from what I heard. Cory came for both of us and talked to us both for a while. Mark and Jack had come a few times with the boys and they fussed over me as the adults watched. Link was the most worried than his brother. Ashton stayed back and watched with a look of distressed on his face.

The good new was that most of the bruises we're going away. The newer ones are starting to fade since it has been a week since the last time I got bullied by Tony. He hasn't even called me names while we were here...

A couple days ago, I woke up to start puking my guts out... That just confirms that I'm pregnant and not with my mate's kid. It's harder for a male that is pregnant to have an abortion. Usually they keep it then put it up for adoption. Call me crazy but I've thought of begging Tony to beat my stomach so it could kill what ever is in me. I never voiced it though. I'm scared of the outcome really. I don't want to have the kid but I have to keep it. I know Tony wouldn't touch me if I was pregnant. Mark is still quite livid about this ordeal though.

Andrew got arrested the day I had died for a short period. He's in a holding cell until the court date in a few days... I'm not looking forward to that at all. I swear you could feel the stress rolling off of me the day I found out I would having to be there as the victim...

Today is Tony's birthday and once we get released from this hell hole, I am staying away from everyone and being in my room, where my bed is. I miss my bed and my roommate but I miss my bed more. It is way more comfier than this bed that they gave me.

"I seriously can't wait to get out of here!" Tony sighed as I was nibbling on a piece of soggy toast that they served with breakfast. Soggy toast, scrambled eggs and some sort of cereal was served every morning to us. There usually was some juice and milk to wash down the disgusting things they called food here. The freaking mashed potatoes tasted like dough! Go would serve that?! Oh, wait hospitals do!

"I agree, who makes this shit for people anyways? It's so damn gross!" I agreed, shoving the half eaten toast and untouched tray of food away from me, scrunching my nose in disgust. Mark and Jack brought me food because they didn't want me starving here. John and Bert did too for Tony for the same reason.

"I know! I feel like I lost some weight being here for a damn week!" He laughed. It was weird talking normally to Tony and not him being at my throat.

"Yeah, same" I said, looking at my flat stomach. I was super skinny to begin with and now I have to eat for two soon and I'm not looking forward to it at all.