It's been 5 months that you are living with Prince, and you feel if you're stomach is about to explode.
“Need something to drink?” , Prince asks.
YN: “No.”
Prince: “Sure?”
YN: “Yes.”
Prince: “Like, you haven't drunken anything all day.”
YN: “I don't want any Prince...”
Prince: “I think it'll make you feel bett---”
You cut him off, and yell. “I SAID I DIDN'T WANT ANY!!!! GET OUT OF MY FACE!!!”
Prince takes a step back, and puts the glass of lemonade on the table.
After a few seconds, you realize how you have been. You were really mean to him, and its because of you're pregnancy.
You turn to him.
YN: “Sorry, babe. It's the baby. The mood-swings and stuff.”
Prince: “It's ok. I guess I understand.”
You try too sit up, and you level yourself. You walk over to Prince and give him a hug.
After a few seconds, Prod walks in with some salad.
Prod: “Whassup, Prince?”
Prince: “Sup?”
Ever since 5 months ago in the hospital, Prodigy haven't talked to you. He still thinks your lots of trouble, and doesn't want to be associated with you.
YN: “Hey,Prod.”
He glances at you, ignores the comment and walks to Prince.
Prod: “Here's you're salad. THAT'LL BE $14.00.”
Prince: “Pshhhh....”
Prince got up, and walked past him.
Prod: “PSSSHHHH... that'll be $14.00!”
Prince: “Ugh, I got you, man! My money downstairs.”
Prod: “Then get it!”
Prince sighed, took the salad and headed down stairs.
Then, just then, Prod did something strange.
He went to the door, locked, and closed it.
He turned off the lights; and you were left in the darkness.
YN: “WHAT THE FREAK, PROD?!”
Prod: “Shut up.”
You could feel hands coming around you.
YN: “PROD!”
He put his hand on you're mouth, and you're scream tones down to a muffle....
