Come Back to Me

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"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 about to

American Mob, I was thinking

Hayden went still.

just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King for a year, ya know, to fatten

say eat her."

way. I was going to say lets sell her to a

would we give

fuck chicks left and

loved how we were talking about this right in front of her.

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

away,

know, flower. But Hayden will be sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving

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

eyes

elf sex. It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

sighed as he sat down in the chair

utterly ecstatic. I was going to have a baby, something

to admit it, was pretty excited too. At night, he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers come

thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or "Oprah"."

mouth as he searched

I pipped up