The sun shined through the thick, red curtains. The birds sang their morning song. The sky was crystal clear and not a cloud in sight. My clock read 9:45 a.m. I stretched and opened my mouth in a yawn. I crawled out of bed, looking like a decaying zombie rising from the grave, and limped and moaned down the stairs holding my swollen, aching stomach. Lacey and Harrison Jr. were downstairs playing on their phones, blasting their audible music. Whenever I wanted to have a nice conversation with them, they always had their earbuds plugged in. I know that their daddy had died in the line of duty, and it pained me to see them like this. They used to be outside-loving kids, willing to play in the rain or snow whenever, they never had bad grades, bubbly personalities and they were respectful. My, have they changed. Their grades have been going down lately and they have been anti-social for the last couple months. I played "good mom" and left them alone.
I started cooking some mouth-watering bacon (which the kids adored) and scrambled eggs. As I was cooking, I had a sharp pain, like a prick of a needle, in my lower abdomen. I dropped my spatula and grasped my stomach, groaning. I'm not supposed to be due for three more weeks. The pain started intensifying; I let out a loud scream and fell to the hard ground. I heard Lacey's and Harrison Jr.'s pitter patter of their feet scramble toward me. "Mom! Mom, what's going on? Mom!" Lacey shouted.
"Lacey, go get the neighbor and ask them to drive me to the hospital. I think I'm going into labor! Hurry!" I scream-whispered as I fell over in pain. Fear gripped my throat shut, making it hard to actually scream. My whole lower abdomen started to ache. Lacey ran outside to the neighbor's while Harrison Jr. held gripped my sweaty hand. Sweat beaded my forehead and my stomach. As the pain started getting worse, the neighbors came dashing into the house, Lacey following behind them like a puppy dog. Bobby Thornton and Michelle Thornton grabbed my drenched underarms and dragged me to their car.
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Love, your stalker
Gizem / GerilimAnne Wallace is a wealthy business woman, mothering three kids, and widowed. Kirk hart is a charming individual with a dark history, that Anne knows nothing about. Their relationship takes a turn for the worst. Kirk becomes violent toward Anne and h...
