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.

asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's about to eat

her, "Since she's the wife of the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another gang? One that the American's have fucked over too

Hayden went still.

could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King

dare say eat her." He

say lets sell her to a prostitution ring, and give

we

used to fuck

in front of her. Her

smile before motioning his hands to the guards that were at the

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

Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving her clinical diabetes and Chlamydia." He stepped

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

His eyes glittered with

sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single one of his

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

fat. You're pregnant." Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair of

thought I'd be terrified, but I was completely and utterly ecstatic. I was going to have a baby, something

too. At night, he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers come into

if it's a girl, I was thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or

blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words to respond

pipped up