Broken Inside - Completed!!

This time.... We're done.

                                                                  8 months later.

                                                                   Molli's POV

This is it. I am 8 1/2 months pregnant. Everythings been really calm. Nothing's gone wrong, except Dahvie's acting weird again and keeps coming home drunk at 3 am. I've been sleeping on the couch because I don't wanna be around him when he's drunk in fear of getting beat or yelled at. But he's fine during the day. He's with me, he tells me he loves me, helps me pick out stuff for the baby. Blah blah blah. Right now, it's 3:47 in the morning on June 12th and i'm feeling sharp pains in my stomache and realize it's contractions. I get up and hobble upstairs to Dahvie's room, and open the door, gasp, and close the door. I run down the hall, ignoring all I hear and bang on Jayy's door. He groggily answers and sees me holding my stomache and hears what's going on with Dahvie and helps me downstairs and out to the car. It was pretty quiet, except for my moaning in pain and Jayy's occasional mumbling. I catch some of what he says.

"Stupid dumb bastard...." "How the fuck could he?....." "And especially now..." then when we get to the hospital he picks me up and runs inside because my water broke when I got out of the car. He runs to the nurse and says "My friends in labor and her water just broke." The nurse calls and they come out with a wheel chair and wheel me back. I'm laying there crying, not in pain. But because the father of my baby is off screwing some other chick and I'm left here crying my eyes out like a complete idiot. I should have known. "What's wrong?" Jayy asks even though the look on his face says he knew what was wrong.

"H-how d-dare he c-cheat o-on me like t-that. It's retarded. I'm gonna leave, he obviously doesn't need me around any more." Jayy wordlessly nods his head. "I'll miss you JAYY!" The doctor comes in and checks. It's been 7 hours since I got here, and the doctor tells me it's time to deliever the baby.

"Okay push to ten when I tell you to. Ready, push." I push and scream in pain. This goes on for about, 3 more times and I hear a baby cry. They wipe him off and give him to me. "Congratulations it's a boy!" the nurse says ands I smile. He looked like Dahvie. He had my gray eyes with black lining and his dad's mouth and nose. He had our black hair. I start crying.

"Jayy, this shouldn't of happened."

"You considering giving him up for adoption?" he says noding his head at my baby.

"NO! He's mine!" I say, hugging him to me. "I meant, that Dahvie and me shouldn't of happened. Can you pack my stuff? I'm gonna go to Sophia's." He nods and says goodbye and leaves. I look at him. "I think I'm gonna name you.... Danny. Danny Kyle Torres-Styles." I looked at the beautiful baby in my arms. He's gonna be mine, and his father isn't ever going to see him. Then someone came runnning in. Dahvie. "GET OUT!" I screamed at him.

"No, we need to talk!"

"We could've 'talked' if you didn't fuck that bitch! You knew I hated her when she wouldn't stop touching you!" It was Requel. The girl from when me and Dahvie were backstage.

"Please! I-"

"Save it."

"No! I lov-"

"NO YOU FUCKING DON'T SO JUST GET LOST! THIS TIME WE'RE COMPLETELY DONE AND I'M KEEPING DANNY!!!!" Dahvie started crying.

"Fine. Bye." He turned and left. I started crying myself.

"Don't worry Danny baby. Momma's here for you baby. Momma's here." I gentley rocked him to sleep. I get released from this horrible life tomorrow. Once and for all.