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

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

Hayden went still.

smiled "is a fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat

say eat her."

was going to say lets sell her to

would we give

fuck chicks left

talking about this right in front of her. Her terror

glittered with amusement as he gave me a small smile before motioning his hands to the guards that were at the door

away, "I was having fun plotting

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 her clinical diabetes and Chlamydia." He stepped towards

off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be

His eyes glittered with

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

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

he sat

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 as crazy and

the baby. He even had architects

was thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste"

blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched his brain

up "if it's