Come Back to Me

***

"Hayden, Princess, Trixie, Candy, blah blah. Who gives a fuck what your name is?" I muttered as I trotted closer to Sinister and Hayden. Sinister's hand was still hovering over the trigger as the barrel of the gun was pressed firmly against Hayden's temple.

She said nothing, her eyes were wide in shock as she trembled against Sinister.

"Isn't it funny that you thought he was actually interested in you?" I bust out laughing, gripping my sides and wiping away fake tears.

I'm a petty bitch, I know.

"Calla, my love...what're you doing here?" Sinister asked calmly, completely unfazed and undeterred at how hard Hayden was struggling against him.

Hah. My husband is strong.

"Don't 'Calla my love' you punk. You totally lied to me just so that my reaction would be believable. That's a dick move." I huffed as I began skipping around the room.

"Um.." Hayden whimpered as she continued pulling against Sinister "don't you think we can resolve thi-- OW!! What the fuck?" She yelled.

Sinister looked at me pointedly, "Calla? What did you throw at her?"

"A pebble." I shrugged.

"No!" Hayden yelled "It was a fucking rock!"

"It was a pebble, stop being so dramatic Rebecca." I huffed, taking a few more steps closer to them.

Sinister's mouth curved up slightly as a red welt began forming on Hayden's perfectly tanned fucking forehead. I hate her, she even has a pretty forehead.

my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's

head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another gang?

Hayden went still.

we could just like make her eat nothing

you dare say eat her." He said

say lets sell her to a prostitution ring, and

would we give

used to fuck chicks left and

about this right in front of her. Her terror was like a gift

amusement as he gave me a small smile before motioning his hands to the guards that were at the door of the garage. He shoved Hayden towards the men as they dragged her away as she screamed at the top of her

the men dragged her away, "I was having fun plotting

will be sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving her clinical diabetes and Chlamydia." He

mister. You're not getting off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be

eyes glittered with

was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single one of his sweatshirts with foul

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair of the

was completely and utterly ecstatic. I

to the baby. He even had architects and

was thinking maybe "Toaster",

and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words

pipped up "if it's