Love Triangle

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Two weeks later

Yn Pov

I've been out of the hospital for about 3 days now and i'm still in pain. Physically and mentally. The dead baby was removed and I had to get stitches from where I was kicked and hit repeatedly. I still can't figure out who had done it but i'm sure as hell was gonna find out, if it was the last thing I did. Right now, I was cuddling with Diggy in bed. I'd just woke up from a nightmare screaming and crying and being that I asked Diggy could i sleep alone for a little bit, he'd heard me from down stairs and came darting to my rescue.

"It's okay babe. I'm right here." Diggy said, rubbing my back as I sobbed into his arm. I couldn't stop crying because the dream was so odd yet it felt so real. I was reluctant to cuddle with Diggy because he was one of the two people hurting me in this dream.

"I-I'm fine Diggy. You can go back down stairs now."

"I can't leave you in here by your-"

"Can you please just go!!!! I'm fine. And your not making things any better anyway!!!!!!!" I didn't mean to yell like that but he was really beginning to bother me.

He opened his mouth to speak but then he just clenched his jaw and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I laid back with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. I decided to call my mom and see if I can get Noah because I haven't seen him since he came to visit me in the hospital and I miss him.

"Hello?" My mom asks, sounding tired and a little bit out of breath.

"I wanna come get Noah."

"I- he- you can't."

"What the hell you mean I can't come see the boy I popped out of my vagina after being raped by my now dead no good father and your jack ass of a husband. I'm coming to get him and you won't stop me." I say, hanging up the phone and lifting out of the bed. I quickly slipped on some clothes and made my way down the stairs.

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When I got down stairs, Diggy was sleep on the couch so I decided to sneak out so I wouldn't wake him up. I grabbed his keys off the counter and left the house, making sure to lock the door behind me.

When I got to my house, the door was already unlocked which was kind of unusual. I ran up the stairs and made my way to my old room. I went inside and there was a boy around my age laying on my bed with no shirt on. He was kind of cute, and I can't believe i'm saying this, but Diggy had nothing on him. He was on his phone texting when he looked up and saw me.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked.

"Oh this your room? My bad shawty. The lady told me I could stay in here till it was time for me and my dad to leave."

"You and your dad? What are you talking about? Is my mom here?"

"If your mom is Sharon then yeah. She's in her room with my dad. I wouldn't go in there if I were u though. They been going at it for a couple hours now."

"Is Noah here?"

"I don't know." He said, smirking at me and making his way off the bed. He headed toward the door, but instead of leaving like I thought he would, he closed the door, leaving me and him in my old room.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked. He began walking toward me with a devious smirk on his face, forcing me to back into the wall.

He started kissing and nibbling on my neck and he wouldn't stop.

"St-Stop." I said, moaning a little bit while I involuntarily felt on his abs.

"You so damn sexy." He said, in between each kiss on my neck, making me shutter.

"Stop." I yelled, finally regaining my composure before softly shoving him off me.

"Why?"

"What are you talking about? I came in here because this is my room."

"You don't remember me, do you?"

"Should I?"

Flashback in ??? Pov {???= the boy}

I was walking home from school with some of my friends when I walked past this one house. It was really nice but when I looked up into one of the windows, I seen an older man on top of a girl around my age. I didn't think much of it at first until I heard screaming and I saw the man punch the young girl. When I squinted my eyes, I noticed neither the guy nor the girl had pants on and I noticed then that the girl was being raped. I told my friends what I had noticed, but they did nothing but kept walking. I quickly ran to the front door and banged on the door. No one answered so I checked the knob and it was unlocked. I slowly peered into the house and noticed no one was there. As I was beginning to walk up the steps, I heard the front door open and close. I darted toward the door and found an older woman.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I was coming to try and tell someone that there was a girl upstairs being raped."

"What are you talking about?"

Before I could open my mouth, we both heard a loud screech come from upstairs and that was enough clarity for the lady because she darted to the kitchen and reached into a drawer, pulling out a gun. She ran up the stairs, cocking the gun as she went. When she reached the room, she went for the knob but it was locked. She felt around on the door for a soft spot and when she found one, she kicked it hard, opening the door. She quickly aimed the gun and shot the man on top of the girl, knocking him down and killing him.

End of Flashback

"That girl was you. I ran out of the house right after your mom had shot the dude cuz that was the first time I had watched somebody get shot."

He said, backing into my bed and plopping down on his back.

"Oh. Um thanks." I said.

Thinking about how he sacrificed his life to save my dignity even if it was already taken made me want to run to him and hug him tight. And that's what I did. I went over to my bed and laid across him, straddling him, and I hugged him tight. He hugged back, rubbing a circle into my back as I sobbed into his chest.

"Thank you so much." I said, hiccuping from crying.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have just walked away like my friends. After they did that, I never talked to them again. Who was that dude anyway? Did you know him?"

"Um. Yeah. That was my alcoholic, no good dad."

"Oh wow."

"He raped me and got me pregnant. I have a 3 year old named Noah. That's who I came here for."

"There's a little kid across the hall. That might be him, but I don't know."

I got up from the bed, wiping my face and fixing my clothes before heading across the hall to Noah's room. When I got in there, there were things thrown around and "FUCK YOU" spray painted across the wall.

"Noah?"

I waited and got no response so I headed to the only other place he could be. When I reached the bathroom, I stepped in only to find my son crying in the bath tub in his pillow with a blanket over him and some of his belongings on the floor. He had his book bag hanging on the door and some of his clothes in a trash bag on top of the sink.

"Noah?"