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Chapter 9

I wasn't ready to leave Carter, emotionally or physically. I still had the bruises from before and I was still a broken down mess. I had feelings for him deep down that I couldn't erase, but had to because I couldn't spend another day with him. I didn't want to, but I had to do it.

Taylor and I drove to my house a few hours later, and I rang the doorbell, Taylor at the door with me so there was less of a chance Carter would hurt me. We waited about a minute until the door opened, both of us shaking and afraid.

Carter answered, and his expression changed from happiness to anger in a matter of a second. I was suprised he was home and not still out looking for me.

"Carter, get out of my house. This relationship has to end. You used to treat me like I was perfect, but now what am I to you, a punching bag? A voodoo doll? We're over, and nothing you say can change my mind." I said to him.

His face had conflicting emotions. It had went from confusion to sadness to anger, and couldn't decide which to stay at. I learned it was anger when I recieved a fist to my stomach. I curled over in pain. Taylor gasped and stepped back.

"How could you do this to me? After all we've been through." he said, obviously anger had taken control. He glanced at Taylor and she began to step backwards while I stayed in my hunched position, protecting my stomach from another blow. I prayed the baby wasn't harmed by it.

"Leave." I coughed, tears in my eyes. I kept my eyes to the ground. Looking at him would be a nightmare now, just to cause more pain and agony.

He slammed me into the ground, and walked upstairs, "Give me time, bitch."

Taylor gasped and instantly fell to her knees to help me. I laid on the ground in more pain than he had ever put me in. I tried not to move, not wanting to enflict more pain than necesary.

"Layla, you'll be okay, you made it. It worked. He's leaving." Taylor said. She sounded like she was crying, i tried to look at her, but I couldn't see where the voice was coming from.

"He's leaving,"

"He's leaving." the echo said to me. I looked for it, but found nothing once again.

Then everything went dark.