On the Verge of Insanity.

Chapter 9: Tears And Heartbreak.

This IS A UPDATE! Not Just a Authors Note... XD

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Anyone who makes me a trailer will get the following:

1. A Lifelong  Follow From Me.

2. A Mention In THIS Book.

3. The Opportunity To Write A CHAPTER with ME.

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As I walked in I threw my arm's open. 

"How do you like your new room?"

That's how I imagined it to go down. For me to strut into his mansion of a cell with a bright smile on my face. I imaged him kissing me. Oh. I wish. I wished so bad. I was in love. I shouldn't be. Maybe I was the one who needed to be in a cell. 

I took a deep breath. I was standing in front of his cell. They hadn't installed the cameras yet. I didn't know whether to worried or excited. Any rational person would stay away. But guess I'm not rational. I took another deep breath and looked myself over. My black skirt barely passed as one and my blouse hung lose on my shoulder showing my bra strap. I convinced people that I dressed like this because it makes him talk more.

I knew it wasn't true though. I did this because. . . Well, I really didn't know why. I cared about him so fucking much. But what if he . . . he left me like I did him before. The thought pushed a forbidden memory to the forefront of my mind.

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I was wearing a dark red hoodie with my hood covering my hair. It was still black and red from when I had dyed it. I had my hair in piggy tales also. A month had past and Jack and I have been up to stuff. I was worried, extremely worried. Being pregnant wasn't a good thing. Under my hoodie I wore a black crop top that showed off my breasts. Looking down, I surveyed my jeans. They ripped in just the right places and hugged my curves. I had laced up leather boots. I had one black and one red, just for the fun of it.  Everything had to be perfect.

Taking a deep breath I knocked on his door. I had found out where he lived. I had been to his house before, but he always blindfolded me in the care. I've only seen his bathroom and room. I don't know weather or not I should be scared or happy. But today was the day I was going to tell him about being pregnant.  I know he would flip out, but I'm I am wrong.

I looked up at his mansion. I hope I got the right place. Looking at the door painted green, I shook the thought out of my head. Who else would paint their door green?