Rl sd stf
"Justine I have to tell him soon. He's going to be so happy!" I say to my best friend on the phone.
"Honey! Another one of your fitness equipment things came." Zayn yells out from the front door.
"I've gotta go Justine. Bye!"
"Bye Bella!"
"Yay! I've been waiting forever!!" I run out to the door and watch the delivery boys carry it past me, inside.
"Why do you do all this stuff?" Zayn a asks, while I'm opening up my new Ab Circle Pro.
"So I can work out and stuff. Duh!" I laugh.
"But you don't need it!" He frowns.
"I obviously do. Have you seen my fat?!" I pull on my tummy flubber and giggle.
"Well I think you're beautiful the way you are."
"And I don't care what you say." I sass as he gets up.
"Woah someone's on their period." He says as he walks to the kitchen.
"Excuse me?!" I scream at him. "Stop being so disrespectful! And I'm NOT on my period thank you very much!" Zayn scoffs.
"You're acting like you've got MAJOR PMS." He says.
"Oh that's nice. You try being a girl. Dick."
"EXCUSE ME?!" He roars.
"You heard me!" He advances towards me and my back presses up against the kitchen island.
"DON'T EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" He bellows.
I'm so scared. I've never seen him like this before.
"ARE WE CLEAR?!"
Before my mind can catch up, I'm holding the kitchen knife that was on the island, and stabbing my husband in the chest. Five times I stab him, right in the heart.
"OH MY GOD. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!" I scream out.
"NO STAY WITH ME ZAYN. NO!!! And *sob* I just *sob* found out I was *sob* pr-pregnant!"
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