Diamonds and Guns: Rise of Carter

The Plan: Step 1

STEP 1: Wait for the baby.

I was close to nine months. So ready to began my plan. I was having a baby boy. Oh! I was super happy. The doctors told me and I cried with tears of joy. Now for the waiting process.

I kept my self on bed rest no matter what awkward sounds I heard I had a ready clip under my mattress just in case.

But I knew I was protected! All the security on this house was ridiculous. Each window had a loud alarm and every door connected to outside had guns ready to go off if the pin wasant put in right.

I just swiped an ID I didn't remember the damn code my damn self. But any ways I was protected.

The days passed with one month remaining I rubbed my belly and listened to the ceiling fan go off. I looked over at the duffel bag full of diamonds and guns. Then pulled it close.

I examined each diamond through my spare time and cleaned the guns slowly. There was a knock at the door. I stood up and walked toward the front.

As I went to the window. There was a few men, holding guns. I rushed on some jogging pants and a sweater and tied my locks up. Then grabbed the duffel bags. And my child's diaper bag,

Forget the clothes Cozzie!

I thought and rushed to the basement. I heard the guns going off on the doors and more gunshots going off in the house. I left the gas on in the house before I left out. I added some gasoline crawled out the window and threw a match.

Bad idea it blew up in my face. I flew into the tree my face in pain. I rubbed my belly. He kicked and wiggled around. I thanked god and ran far.

Yes, I'm running with a baby... Also a bad idea. I got to my car and sped off. A rope went around my neck as I drove. I choked but stepped in the brakes. My mans flew into the wind shield. It cracked and I began to drive faster.

Two cars pulled up beside me and so was three trucks blocking my way. I screamed and cried stepping on the gas. I turned the nitrogen on and flew through the trucks.

The man in my wind shield sat up. I opened the window and pushed his head out. They shot him up. I rubbed my belly that was moving and cried.

" Shit! Hold on baby.," I spoke. Gun shots broke my windows. I said a prayer and as I looked down my water broke.

Tears hit my eyes and I began to smile. I asked,

" You were ready huh Carter?," about ten hours later I whipped up in a hospital then rushed in holding all of my bags.

" Oh migod! Wheel chair!," They got me a seat and rushed me to the birthing room.

I looked around And looked at each and every nurses face. They seemed kind. I shook my head.

" Ms. Ford... You've been in labor for ten hours! Let's get him out!," I nod and we got set up. I held my breath and began to push. Nurses dabbed my head with tissue.

I cried hard and held their hands. As I pushed harder and harder. Tears filled my eyes as they pulled him out of me.

I whimpered and they went to clean him up. Tears made my eyes burn. When they let me hold him I cried and played with his little fingers.

" No I'm the grand father.," I looked up and saw Papa. He dressed in regular jogging pants and a sweater. He moved up to the bed and smiled.

I watched him and looked away.

" He's handsome...," I didn't look into his eyes. He smiled and rubbed my tears,

" What's wrong baby?," He asked. I began to cry harder.

" Where you not ready to die?," He asked. I looked up at him and he looked at me. I smirked and said.

" You can't kill me in here...," Daddy chuckled.

" You can't stay in here... You will have to eventually die Cozzie.," I felt my smirk turn into a smile and replied with a dry and hoarse voice.

" I'll be gone before the next three weeks.," Daddy kissed my hand and growled,

" Good luck with finding your way out beautiful.," I smiled and he kissed my cheek then headed out.