Oh, honey.

8

3 days later
***Lily***
I was on the floor throwing up again. Pregnancy is tough, I swear.

My thoughts about all this were interrupted by more heaving. My hair was wet from sweat and I was exhausted.

My mom came back into the bathroom with more water and smiled sadly.

She knelt down next to me and rubbed my back. "I'm sorry you have to go through this this young honey."

(Authors note:if there are any teen moms or single moms reading, my heart goes out to you. I know how hard it is to do what you do, but I'm proud. My mom was a teen mom, and I know what she went through. You go through alot for your kid(s) and I'm proud of how hard you're working)

I wanted to cry. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this. But I'm still going to be strong, for my baby.

I will love this baby with all my heart. It doesn't deserve to be hated just because I hate his or her father.

My thoughts were once again interrupted when I felt yet another wave of nausea hit me. This time nothing came up, I was just dry heaving.

I chugged water, juice, anything to help settle my stomach.

I can't believe this is my life. Once all the dry heaving stopped and I felt like I wouldn't fall over when I stood up, I got up to lay down in my bed.

I walked out of my bathroom into my room and groaned. There sat fucking Lucas, in my desk chair.

He smirked. "Miss me?"

"No, not really. What do you want? And how did you get in here?"

"That isn't important."

He stood up and walked towards me. He kept walking towards me while I walked backwards to get away from him.

One step forward, one backward. One forward, one backwa-I hit the wall. I was cornered. He put his arms on either side of my body, trapping me.

He removed one arm to hold up a strand of my hair. He let it fall down before glaring at me.

"I want to be King once this baby is born. Deny me, it will be the last thing you do. Got it?"

He had somehow pulled a knife out of somewhere, and was holding it against my neck. Right above my jugular vein.

I knew he wouldn't kill me.

Not yet.

He needed this baby. He wanted the power that would come with this baby. He couldn't kill me yet.

He had to let me live to finish his sick plan.

I imagine her hair as the picture at the beginning