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⚠️Swearing⚠️
I'm not gonna write smut because Charli is 16. I'm not tryi...
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"I think you should go." I say sitting up.
"You sure?" Heather asks.
"Yeah." I say.
Heather sits on my lap to straddle me and kisses me.
"What are you doing?" I ask as she opens her drawer.
"I don't want you to move at all." Heather says handcuffing my arm to the headboard.
"I really gotta go." I say.
"You can spare 10 minutes, can't you?" She asks.
"Yeah, I guess. It's Charli's birthday and she wants to go out for lunch." I say
"Sleeping with your ex-girlfriend on your wife's birthday is a naughty thing to do." She says getting off of me.
I know I fucked up and I still am. Charli deserves better, but she doesn't let me leave her. She says she puts my house key in the mailbox then she goes behind my back and makes a copy. I come home to see that she bought me and the rest of the Sway House lunch.
I love how generous she is no matter how many times I treat her badly. I don't deserve her which I why I'm trying to leave her.
"I am an idiot, but she doesn't think so. I keep going back to her." I say as she comes out of the bathroom.
"You should just let me stay." She says.
"No, I'm trying to get my shit together." I say.
"Not for long." She says holding a knife up.
"Hey, hey, hey. Get that shit away from me." I say as she puts the knife up to my neck.
"Why shouldn't I kill you?" She asks moving the knife closer to my neck.
"I know your pregnant, I seen the test in the garbage. You don't have any money. You're gonna pregnant and alone. Let me help you. I won't turn my back on you or that baby." I say.
"I'd rather watch you die and be alone." She says climbing on top of me.
"Don't fucking—" I say.
She stabs me in the side and I groan.
"Look at me." She says.
I look at her and she puts her hand on my neck.
"That baby will never see daylight. You know why?" She says chocking me.
"Why?" I ask weakly.
"I already made an appointment." She says.
She pushes the knife deeper into my side and I groan.
"Gotta go get some garbage bags." She says getting dressed.
She leaves and I groan. I feel myself get weaker and I close my eyes.
