Hunter's Possession

I. Prologue✔

Ok so uhm.... Hi, hello and welcome to the Sequel of Hunter's Obsession. I sort of, kind of lied when I said that I was going to write a story before I started the sequel-well technically I didn't lie, I had started writing a story but then when I saw the comments about the sequel to Hunter's Obsession I just said screw it and I started writing the sequel.

Now, updates will be slow because honestly, I haven't come up with how the book is actually going to go and if y'all have ideas on what to put in the book don't be afraid to PM me. Now, I present to you... The Prologue of Hunter's Possession.

Song up top is I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift.

THREE YEARS AGO

I blinked slowly as the nurse waltz around me, she was checking my vitals.

"You are perfectly fine and ready to go," She chirped. "I just have to do an Ultrasound."

I opened my hospital gown. It had buttons at the front so it was easy. She squeezed the clear gel onto my flat tummy and I shivered from the coldness. She used the wand like thingy to rub the gel around my lower abdomen.

I sucked in a breath as I stared at the screen. I still couldn't believe that I was pregnant. This little jellybean had become my life in only four weeks.

"Well everything looks perfect!" She said as she wrote on her clipboard. "In a few hours you'll be out of here and your life will go back to normal."

I tuned her out after she said that. How could my life go back to normal? I was dumped for a fake barbie who claimed she was pregnant with his baby.

I'm the one who is pregnant with his baby, not her. I grit my teeth as anger rocked my body. She took away my happiness, my boyfriend, my future and my everything.

I was going to tell Tyler about me being pregnant and he was going to be happy about it and we would graduate together, go to the same University or College and get married and have more kids but she ruined everything.

Nothing about my life was going to be normal again. I had bandages all over my body from injuries that I had gotten from the fire. The doctor said I wouldn't have any scars and when I asked why, he said he couldn't tell me.

I didn't get why he wouldn't tell me but I put two and two together realized that I had gotten plastic surgery.

I could bet a million dollars that it was my mother's idea. She probably didn't want to see the scares and be reminded that her neglected child put her life on stake for her last child. I still couldn't believe that she was going to let Josephine die in that fire, what kind of mother would do that?

I rubbed my flat tummy and a small smile appeared on my lips. I will never hurt my child.

"Just so you know," The nurse said. "Only people with a big heart would do what you did a month ago. You have inspired a lot of people and if there were more people like you, the world would be a better place."

I held in the snort. If there were more people like me then everyone would be dead. Someone weaker than me would have committed suicide if their heart was broken like mine and who knows, maybe I would have too. And people would have definitely died if they went into houses engulfed in flames to save someone.

"Just think, you'll be back to your normal life, everything will be back on track." She stopped at my bedside. "I've been wanting to ask, where is the father of your baby?"