(If a pronumeral is 2#, that means they're pregnant. Remember, although it may say 'she' or 'he,' pronumerals don't have a gender and anybody can be a mother or a father. The equations starting go get more dramatic, so Enjoy!!)
"You!" C screamed at 2a.
2a sighed and turned away, but C grabbed 2a's shoulder and pulled her back, demanding attention. All the conversations started the same- the guilt, the sadness, the frustration, and eventually the emotional farewell.
Ever since returning from the shock elopement to 2x, 2a had to deal with the pain of seeing C all of the time.
Every time 2a and C saw each other, the ensuring row would reduce 2a to tears for the rest of the day.
'How could you?' screamed C.
It was always the same- C never understood. 2a had tried, again and again, to explain. To explain that 2a was MISERABLE in the relationship with C. To explain that C was better off without 2a. To explain, most of all, the impossible, unquestionable passion and love that 2a felt for 2x.
But C never understood.
'I loved you!' yelled C. 'I loved you but you betrayed me!'
2a pulled away in disgust.
'You never loved me!' whispered 2a. 'If you loved me, you would've told me! You acted like you detested my entire being throughout our whole relationship!'
2a turned and ran away from C, tears welling in her eyes. When she got home, she stopped, unlocked the door and went inside her empty house.
She sat down, feeling drained, the small but definite baby bump visible beneath her light blue dress. 2x wasn't yet home, and 2a took refuge in the empty house, sheltering from the emotional turmoil that lay waiting outside.
2a was happy with 2x. When the two of them were together, 2a felt safe. She felt truly happy, dizzy, and yet now she was worried. She was worried because the clearly unstable C had sworn vengeance on the happy couple- and 2a had no doubt that C would get revenge for C's broken heart. Perhaps more, she feared for the fate of her unborn baby- C had threatened to come and kidnap 2a's baby. It was, after all, C's baby as well... 2a just didn't want C anywhere near it.
2a switched on the television and channel surfed aimlessly. Flipping past cooking shows and news broadcasts, she left the channel on a documentary she had no intention of watching.
C was taking every opportunity to make 2a feel as bad as possible. 2a was already full of pain. She woke everyday with the guilt of how much pain she had caused C gnawing on her insides. 2a was exhausted. Stretching, she yawned and lay down on the lounge. Switching the television off, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She woke to the sound of a door opening.
'2x, is that you?' she called.
There was silence, then, to her horror, the sound of a gun clicking.
Seized by fear, 2a frantically scanned the room for a weapon or any way of escape- there was none.
The door opened slowly, and behind it stood C, holding a gun.
2a felt like ice had been injected into her veins. Edging carefully around the room, she tensed, ready to duck for cover.
'STOP!' yelled C. 'You broke my heart... I'll break your everything!'
'C... please... listen to me' whispered 2a. 'You don't want to do this, please, no, NO! Put the gun down!!!'
C raised the gun and pointed it at 2a.
'You broke my heart' C said coldly. 'I ...will... make... you... PAY!'
C fired the gun. Out of instinct, 2a threw herself on the ground with her arms over her head. C fired twice more. There was a sound of breaking glass as the window broke, sending a shower of glass all over the room. 2a felt some shards cut her, leaving insignificant scratches over her arms.
The door slammed open, and 2a pushed herself off the floor and leapt for cover behind the lounge as the gun went off again. 2x had bolted through the door and (with the most amazing flexibility and agility) kicked C hard in the arm, ruining the aim. C lost control of the gun, and shots flew everywhere. 2a felt something burning hit her stomach. Sinking to her knees, 2a clasped her hand to the wound and felt sticky blood oozing out between her fingers. 'My God... the baby... the baby.'
2x and C were still fighting. In the scuffle, the gun was being fired in several directions. As another searing pain hit her shoulder, 2a slumped to the ground, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. The last thing she saw was 2x falling to the ground, and C turning away, the gun held in C's hands.
2a moaned... and everything went black.
2x struggled to a standing position, using the table as support. She saw that 2a was lying motionless.
'NO!' She screamed, but it was too late. She lunged for C, but before she could, a man burst through the shattered window.
It was S, the dearest, bravest and most geekily attractive of all 2x's friends. S grabbed 2x, and pulled her broken body out the window, away from danger. He carried her to the car, and gently placed her inside the passenger seat.
'My God, 2x, what have they done?'
'2x only had breath enough for two words.
'2a... dead.' She managed to gasp, and then blacked out.
In the house, C across the room and feel on her knees by the motionless 2a's side. The gun fell from her limp hands as she surveyed the damage she had caused.
'2a... my baby... 2x... all dead... my fault!' She sobbed.
Staggering to her feet, she took one last look at the empty body of her one true love, and C's only child, before she fled into the night, never to be seen by anybody in that town again.
In the morning, the police turned up. 2a had bled to death on the floor, and her baby was long deceased.
X woke up in hospital, with S by her side. She was alive, and only suffered a few, minor, injuries- and the miscarriage of her baby.
She turned to the only friends she had in the world- S. And, in doing so, she discovered that she and S had mutual feelings for each other.
While her love and loss for 2a was powerfully strong and would never fade, she had found new love also, and gradually became happy with her new life.
2a was buried in Pythagoras Cemetery, and almost 300 people turned up to say goodbye at her funeral. 2x was there, the most broken hearted of them all.
C moved to Mexico and tried to make a new life. She was eaten one day by a piñata bear, and died alone, inside the insides of a candy beast, with her heart still broken by 2a betrayal and the pain of the crime she had committed, all those years ago, when she had lost her one true love.
