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Chapter 7

The next month was easy until I started barely showing my baby bump. I could tell Carter was a little questionable on it, but he hadn't said anything yet, and if he did I wasn't planning on lying to him. I woke up looking bloated as always, now in the 2th month of the pregnancy.

"Babe, have you put on some weight? You might want to start working out a bit." Carter said to me. If I actually was overweight that would be just horrible to hear. Thank you Carter for being so subtle about my weight gain.

"Uh, it's not my choice." I answered. I regretted that as soon as I said it, but what choice did I have? I wasn't going to plan on lying and getting myself hurt more than I already was.

"Who's choice was it then?" he asked, suspicious. He looked my up and down, arms folded across his chest, waiting for his answer.

I wasn't going to lie now that I put myself into this, "Carter, I'm pregnant."

Carter smiled as big as he could, but then it faded fast. He looked at my directly in my eyes. His again dark blue eyes had a penetrating stare that looked into my soul.

"We have never done anything for a baby to be coming." he said every word stern so he made sure I heard it all. I focused on the anger in his voice, a beating was soon to follow, I knew it. I tensed myself, ready to be hit or thrown or whatever else he was planning.

"I know." I quietly answered. I had nothing else I wanted to say. I just wanted the beating over with so I didn't have to wait for it any longer.

"Who's the father, Layla?" he asked me, still as stern as before. I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought about what I wanted to say.

"Harry." I knew he wouldn't believe me, so I looked straight into his eyes, and it seemed to make him back off a little. The anger in my voice became somewhat present as I released my tension.

"Harry who?" he asked, a little less stern. He wanted to beat me, I could see it in his eyes; his cold, dark eyes.

"Styles." I answered again, and he rolled his eyes. I tensed again, ready for what was coming next.

"You expect me to believe that idiot Harry Styles from that boy band got you pregnant? You've got to be kidding me!" he slapped me across the face, "Get a grip, it's been years, he'll never love you!"

"And I'll never love you again!" I yelled, holding my face, and I ran out the door. I didn't know where to run, so I just ran.

He chased me, knowing he was faster. I got into the car with no keys. I was too terrified of him to break up with him, so I just had to run. I looked for the keys everywhere in the car until he caught up to it. I found the keys under the seat and put them in the car's keyhole. The engine made a "vroom" noise, and I was off on the streets.

Me, my baby, and I.