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Nia's Point of View

The ride was silent, cold. This nigga really just put his hands on me. I thought to myself. My brain finally registering all of the events of the past hour or so. My body shook slightly in my seat, if it weren't for the two precious gifts inside me, I'd lay hands and this Audi would probably be wrapped around a tree. It didn't take long to make it back to my house I hopped out as soon as he came to a stop and slammed the passenger door so hard, the window cracked. Play with me again! Not even bothering to look back, I went inside and made sure to lock the door behind myself.

Carrying my tired body up the stairs and to mine and Jo's room. Speaking of, I hadn't really heard from her, like all day. I shrugged it off and went to run myself a bath, as warm as I could get it. I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders as I sank into the tub, bones tense and achy. My belly raised well beyond the water now, I'm a whole seven, almost eight months pregnant these days.

The loud buzz of my phone sitting on the tub side table interrupted my falling asleep, thankfully. I dried my hands and picked it up, checking the screen. Maybe it was Jo, I smiled at the thought.

Caleb 📩: How are my babies?

I wondered why the hell he was even texting me but tried not to stress myself.

Me: They're fine.

Short and sweet, that's all his ass deserved. After I responded I decided to put it on airplane mode, just for my sanity's sake. I'm only twenty-three years old, too young to be going through any of this shit. Don't get me wrong, I loved my babies, to death. But their millionaire daddy was going to make me kill his ass..

Short chapter today, leave me feedback guys 💋

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