The Knight.

2 months later, I wasn't showing yet. That's normal though. We were trying to set up the baby's nursery in a unisex way, since we don't know the gender. I was really stressing out. "No!" I told Jay. "We can't put the damn crib right there.. It looks wrong." I snapped.

"Jesus christ Annabelle, you dont haveto be a bitch about it." I said, in a low voice, still meant for her to hear. I knew shewas moody, but damn!

I glared at him. "Excuse me?" I growled, my eyes flashing. "I'm a bitch? That's a nice fucking thing to say to someone who is carrying your fucking child." I said.

I stood, "My fucking child? Nono, its our child. And just because you are carrying the child, dont mean you can boss people around and be bitchy all the time. Im tired of it Annabelle!" I said, loudly.

I threw the hammer into the toolbox and I turned around and walked over to him, getting in his face. "I wouldn't be this way if you didn't keep doing stupid shit to piss me off!"

"Im trying to fucking help you! But thats impossible because youre never happy now. Always have something negative and snotty to say!" I said, taking a step back from her.

"You know what? Fuck you!" I yelled, my face turning red with rage.

Anger boiled inside me, I pushed her agsinst the wall, nearby her and punched a hole in the wall.. right by her face.. I backed up, and quickly ran out og the room, and outside to my car. I had to cool off.. I skidded away, not knowing where I would go.. I felt terrible..

I watched, horrified, as he ran out. I slowly slid down the wall and sat down, my back hurting for when he pushed me against the wall. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as a million flashbacks ran through my mind. His eyes looked just like Dustin's. That was the first thing Dustin ever did to me. Is he going to turn into him?

(Aww.. )

I felt terrible, I was such a bad person. What came over me? I pulled into a hotel , and got a room. The look in her eyes.. I almost pulled a Dustin on her.. she would never forgive me..

I couldn't tell my family what just happened.. They would murder Jay.. I went and laid in bed, holding my stomach. I need to calm down.. Too much stress could cause a miscarriage..

My anger issues got the better of me, the next two dayswere brutal. I was a mess. I had to go home and talk to her.. so I checked out, and did just that, pulling into the driveway.. I got out, and opened the front door..

I sat in the bedroom, a pillow hugged to my chest. My eyes were red from crying so much. Plus, I felt like shit today.

I looked around the house.. and I slowly opened the bedroom door.. "Annabelle.." I said softly, seeing her there..

I looked up at him, and then turned away so my back was to him. "Go away..."

"No.. we have to talk.. I'm not going anywhere." I said, and I walked over to the bed. "Listen, please?"

I laid down, curled up, and I snuggled with the pillow, my face buried in it so he couldn't see it. "I'm listening." I said, my voice muffled slightly.

"I know, that I probably ruined things between us.. I just need to tell you that I feel terrible for what happened, and that it will never happen again.. its just.. when you said that one thing, I lost it, and.. I didnt mean to hurt you. Words cant describe it.." I said, tears forming in my eyes.

I rose my head slightly. "You know.. Dustin said the exact same thing you're saying now." I glared at him. "What's gonna happen every time we fight huh? You're gonna keep punching holes in the walls? Eventually you're going to miss that wall. And when you do, I'm leaving. I am not going to let myself get hurt again." I wiped the tears that began to form. I got up and grabbed my jacket. "I'm staying at my parent's for a while."

(What if she's mad at him for a while, but something bad happens when she finally comes back home? Like Dustin lived and somehow found out about the pregnancy and he sends someone to break into the house to hurt the baby inside of her? And it's just like the first time it happened, she calls Jay all scared and then once he saves her.. She's not mad at him anymore?)

(Yes!)

I felt the tears forming again, and the mistakes ive made arereally taking a toll on me. "No. You're staying here. Im going back to my hotel." I wuocklt grabbed some clothes, and left, heading to my car, and driving back to where I was before. Planning to stay for a week..

I sighed and laid down, letting the tears fall. A few days passed and I was very lonely. I laid in bed and I heard a banging. I sat up quickly and grabbed my phone, dialing Jay's number. "Jay? Are you still at the hotel?" I asked calmly. The banging stopped and I let out a relieved breath.

I quickly answered. "Hello? Yes.. why?" I asked, my voice scratchy from stressing so much.. was she okay?

I heard the stairs creaking. "J-Jay.. Someone's in the house." I whispered. Déjà vu. The bedroom door suddenly slammed open and a guy in a mask ran in. I screamed and he grabbed my phone, and threw it against the wall. He pinned me on the bed and punched me right in the stomach. Tears formed in my eyes at the pain. After he hit me again, I grabbed the lamp and hit him in the side of the head. I saw a flash of a blade and I desperately tried to protect my baby inside of me.

I quickly threw my phone down, running out to my car as fast as humanly possible. I started the car and sped down the road, hazard lights on and everything. I pulled up, and jumped out, rushing inside. "Annbelle!" I yelled, running up the stairs, to see a man on top of Annabelle, punching her, I ran to him and I felt a sharp pain in my side as I threw him against the wall, I pinned him and I threw punches from left to right until the guy was passed out.. I looked down to see the handle of the blade sticking out from my side. "Fucking shit.."

I clutched my stomach, short gasps leaving my breath. "No.." I moaned, tears streaming down my cheeks. My stomach was killing me.

I quickly called 911, my voice fading slowly, they were in their way. I pulled the knife out, and I ripped my shirt, tying it around my waist to help the bleeding. Dont black out.. dont black out, I rushed over to Annabelle, my vision becoming blurry by the second. "Babe.. hey hey.. look at me. Help is coming okay? You will be okay..." I said, and I then lost consciousness..

I noticed the wound. "Oh my god.." I gasped. The perimedics came in and we were put on stretchers and taken to the hospital.

I woke up in the hospital room.. the first thing to come to my mind was Annabelle.. the baby. Was she okay ? I heard nurses talking about her. "Shes in room 1253." I heard one say, and I quickly stood, taking the iv out of my arm and walking down the hall, and into her room. "Annabelle.."

I was staring out the window, my hand on my stomach, tears in my eyes. I heard my name and I looked up, surprised to see Jay. "Jay... You need to go back to your room.. You're hurt worse than I." I whispered.
(Should the baby be okay or not?)

(Yes.)

"No.. I'm fine.." I said, sitting beside her bed, and I took her hand, expecting her to pull it away. "Are you okay? The baby?" I asked. Pure concern in my eyes