Taking Out A Player

Chapter 38...The End (Kinda)

Star POV:

When I had found out that Jack had died, I had cried for weeks. I tried to end all my pain and suffering, but I was unsuccessful. They let me attend the funeral, but I was handcuffed and far away from his grave site. What was the point of me going if I wasn't gonna see much?

I been in this hell hole for about five months now. They made sure that I was on my medication and taking it properly. They gonna make me see a therapist next month since my auntie think that my childhood has something to do with the things I had done. I didn't need to speak to a stranger about my past. The past was in the past for a reason.

The door to my room had open and a police officer came in. "You have a visitor," he said in a dull voice.

I rolled my eyes and got out my bed. It was probably my auntie coming in to check on me. She always come once every two weeks to see about my wellbeing. I follow the man out my room to the visiting center. There were square tables around for people can sit and talk, like things were normal here. The police lead me to one of the tables in the center. I frown when I didn't recognize the person sitting there as my auntie. I could only see the back of their head at first. I finally got around the table and saw the person who wanted to see me. Lassie.

Last I've heard of her, she was in a coma that was suppose to last a year. I guess she woke up sooner than expected. As soon as she saw me get seated, she had a small smile on her face. "Hey Star," she said as though we were old friends.

I rolled my eyes. "Cut the bullshit. I don't like you, and you don't like me, so you don't have to act like we're all buddy buddy now," I snapped.

Lassie looked taken aback, but recovered quickly. She sighed. "I didn't came here to argue with you, Star."

I snickered. "Then what did you come for?" I asked clearly to show how annoyed I was in her presence.

Lassie moved some strands of her hair out her face. "I came here to say sorry."

I blinked at her as though she was joking. "Sorry for what? Last I checked, I was the one who kidnapped someone; I was the one who shot and killed somebody. What are you apologizing for?"

Lassie shook her head as she looked down. "I'm not sure. It's just seem like the right thing to do," she said, more to herself than me.

I laughed at what she said. "If you should apologize for something, it'll be that baby you're carrying now."

Lassie's eyes widen as she looked down at her stomach and touched it. I know that Lassie was pregnant because I've overheard the detectives talking about it. It made me mad as hell to know that girl was carrying my man's seed, but after a while of thinking it over, I had a change of point of view.

"You may think you're all that by being pregnant by Jack's baby, but you're not. As soon as I get out of here, the first thing I'm doing is coming after my man's child." I eyed her. "Just because you're carrying the child, that is still my baby."

Lassie looked surprised. Good. She need to know her place. No matter how much she try to deny it, that was my child she was carrying, and I will come get it whenever I get out.

The officer came back to the table. "It's time for you to leave miss," he said to Lassie.

She nodded and stood up. She looked at me one last time before walking away. "See you later," I called after her.

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Lassie POV:

I walked away startled about what Star had just said to me. I don't want her to take my baby girl; I won't let her do it. I'll be damned if I let my child be taken away from me by that crazy ass girl. I don't know what her deal is about her obsession with Jack, but it is gonna stop. When our time come, I'll fucking put an end to her and this mess.

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Star POV:

I was about to get up, but the officer stopped me. "You have another visitor," he said.

Another person came to see me today. I must be popular. I waited for a good minute before I saw a familiar face walked towards me. I smirked as she sat down in front of me.

"Long time no see, Vanessa," I said as I smirked at her.

"Same to you, Stephanie," she said as she got comfortable on the chair. "I saw the girl; you're sure she got a bun in the oven?"

I nodded. "I just had a conversation with her about it."

"Well, what you want me to do about it?" she asked. "You want me to overheat the oven?"

I shook my head. "I've got a different plan. I think I'll keep the baby. All I need you to do is keep an eye on them until I get out of this place."

Vanessa smirked. "Once you get out, those girls got hell to pay."