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[MARGIE]

"What the hell Arnold?!" I scowled at the slightly heavy man standing by the bed inside the red room. His hands were clutching a handful of his hair as he stared at Gabby unconscious on the very bed, his face overpowered by his regretful eyes.

"I told you to just scare her!" I added in a shouting voice.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He repeated in a mumble, while trading his glances between me and Gabby on the bed.

I rolled my eyes at him and grunted in full annoyance. My orders were as clear as water: SCARE.HER. I never thought physical abuse is part of scaring someone now.

Earlier today, I had Gabby get taken away by Arnold and his gang. Arnold was my stupid cousin who does anything I say for money, plus his size was perfect enough to commence the plan. I had Gabby brought to this underrated motel, courtesy of Jennifer, and trap her here until the plan was done.

The plan was supposed to be somehow simple. We kidnap Gabby, have Arnold scare her until she gets traumatized, I didn't care if he ends up raping her. Which come to think of it, that also counts as physical abuse. Anyways, Arnold touches her, we film it, make it look like she's a slut that she is, blackmail her maybe, traumatize her too much that she'll be forced to leave Tom.

Jennifer's pitchy scream exploded inside the room. I gazed at her with her mouth agape, before trailing where her eyes was looking at.

"There's blood on her thighs!" She cried out. Bewildered, I leaned closer to Gabby's body. My eyes circled in shock as I confirmed the blood that Jennifer was referring to. The blood was coming from the inside of her thighs, and it was continuously flowing, making a puddle on the bed and unto the floor.

Having a hint of what's going on, my eyes moved up to her torso. Arnold had torn her clothes apart already so it was easier to see her bare body. I gulped amidst by heavy beating heart as my hunch was confirmed right.

Her stomach wasn't the same as before. It wasn't as flat as a board anymore. Unintentionally, I placed my palm firmly on her bare belly. It was pumping lightly from the inside. It was warm too, and not because of the temperature in this room. It was a different kind of warm.

"Did we kill her?! Did we kill her?!!!" Jennifer was walking back and forth while fiddling her fingers together. Arnold dropped his ass to the floor, horrified to the thought that he might have killed Gabby.

I clicked my tongue in irritation as I gawked at them. Obviously they were terrified, and seeing that kind of aura is passing through me as well. I glimpsed at Gabby once again, with the same rapid heartbeat I had since I saw the blood flowing down her thighs.

"She's pregnant," I mumbled almost to myself, but enough for both of them to hear.

Jennifer and Arnold's eyes were as big as a full moon, and their jaws dropped in disbelief.

"PREGNANT?!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!" she exclaimed.

I didn't utter any words, and ignored her instead.

"I did not sign up for this Margie!" Jennifer stopped trotting and faced me, having her index finger pointed directly at me.

"Bitch will you shut up?!" I hissed and she was taken back. She crossed her arms together and looked away annoyingly with a hmph.

I tried to exhale any tension I was feeling. Feeling tensed is the last thing I wanted to do right now. Mixed emotions were twirling inside my mind. Gabby was pregnant. And nobody ever knew. Wes and Liz probably knew. But we certainly didn't.