I pull up to Jake's fence, I roll down my window, and press the button. There's no answer. I ring it again, and again, until a sleepy Jake answers.
"Hello? Who is it-" he asks, sleepily.
"Jake it's me," I say, "let me in!"
I hear a beep, as the gate opens. I pull through, into Jake's driveway. I take out my keys, and run-up to the door, not even rolling up my window.
As I go to knock, the door opens, to reveal a disheveled Jake. "Andy? What are you doing here this late?" He asks?
"I-I did it!" His eyes widen, knowing that I'm talking about the video.
He quickly rushes me inside, and I pull up the picture I took. "I deleted all of the video, but she had hundreds, all of different days, it's like she's stalking you-"
He pulls me into a tight hug. "Andy, do you understand what this means?" He pulls away, "this is way worse than what she has on me! I'm free-" I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. For the first time in months, I feel happy.
As I pull away, I feel a gush of warm liquid trickle down my leg.
"Andy-" I cut him off.
"Jake I think my water just broke-" I fall to the ground.
"Andy? Andy?!" I see Jake's worried face as everything goes black. The rest of the night is a blur, I'm in and out of consciousness. I remember seeing masked faces, sirens, and blinding lights.
All I know is by the end of the night, my, no our daughter, is born prematurely.
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The Bad Boy Stole My Motorcycle
Teen Fiction"Stop being so loud princess its 6 in the morning," he got up and put on his pants "Starring now our we princess?" he said cockily "Whats there to see?" I said sarcastically looking away. He walked up to me and moved my head to face him "Do I need...
