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.

asked, my eyes

I was thinking maybe sell her to another gang?

Hayden went still.

I smiled "is a fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King for a year, ya know,

eat her." He

I was going to say lets sell her to a prostitution ring, and

would we give

fuck chicks left

in front of

guards that were at the door of the garage. He shoved Hayden towards the men as they dragged her away

dragged her away,

as a gift. They will

lied to me. You have to be punished." I rubbed my belly with my

His eyes glittered with

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

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair of the

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

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 into our

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

his mouth as he searched

pipped up "if it's