I'm pregnant and he know's
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Waking up from the sound of a machine I look around. The door opened, when I saw my aunts and my mother I started panicking. "That's what happens when you don't listen to me." My mother snapped, coming towards me. "Pregnant at 20? How slutty!" I gasped and placed my hand on my stomach. "Please don't tell him," I whispered as they chuckled. "Who? The men who damaged your aunt's house!?" I looked away from them. "I don't want you here, leave, all of you." Aunt Bessie chuckled. "We don't care what you want." They all were surrounding me now. "Destiny." I looked over and saw Don. "That's him. The man that broke into my house!" Aunt Angelica snapped. "Who do you think you are?!" Bessie yelled. Don smirked and looked at me. He eyed me up and down then looked back at my aunts. "Step away from her." He waved his hand. "No! This brat is coming back home whether she likes it or not!" Bessie pinched me. "Touch her again I will kill you." He pulled his gun out. "Now leave." They scrambled out of the room afraid for their life. "How many times?" He asked putting his gun away, he sat down and crossed his legs. "S-sir?" I stuttered confused. "How many times will you either end up in a Hospital or in trouble? You wouldn't have been in this mess if you would have stayed in the house as I told you. But you can't seem to follow simple instructions because you're too stubborn." He noticed my hand and closed his eyes. "I-I-I was tired of being in that house locked up." He opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead "when were you going to tell me?" I looked down. "Never," I whispered. "When and why!?" I flinched and started crying. "Never, because you're a mafia! I will not have my baby being raised by you! You are a bad person!" He's a killer! I can't love him, that would be disrespectful towards his victims. "I have reasons for murdering people, I don't just kill anyone! Do not leave that house! Just..just follow that simple order and you'll be safe.`` He stood up and walked out of the room. I will never be safe with him. I closed my eyes, keeping tears from falling…
*2 weeks later*
I did not have severe injuries so I went home last week. My baby was fine, that's the only thing that matters. I was cooking right now. "Auntie Des!" Andrew ran towards me and hugged me. He just came back from the store with his dad. "Andrew. " I smiled while cutting the veggies. "Not so tight," I told Andrew. He was hugging me tightly. "Sorry." He smiled then went into his room placing his things down. He is the only reason I enjoy it here. And the maids, they are pretty funny. I could feel stares, but I didn't bother turning around. I hissed as I cut my finger not paying attention. "Ouch." I dropped the knife and looked for a band-aid. The medkit was high up. "Here." I turned around and saw Don. He was very close. "T-thank you," I whispered, grabbing the medkit from his hand. His leg was pressed against my private part which made it weirder. "Daddy." He quickly moved away from me. "Yes?" He rubbed his head and went towards Andrew. I held my chest and turned around applying the band-aid.
After I was done cooking I placed the two plates on the table. I went into Don's room where Andrew was also. “Sir, dinner is ready.” Andrew jumped off of his dad and went out of the room. I went downstairs and talked to the other maids. “Diamond.” I smiled going towards her. “Destiny.” We all sat on my bed. “Your room looks better than ours,” Tracy said looking around. “If you guys dislike it here why not quit?” They looked they haven’t thought of that. “We get paid a lot but we really can’t leave, Andrew always needs us. “ I shrugged my shoulders. “you would rather be locked up than free? You all can buy a house and split the bills. And find jobs.” Megan looked at the rest of them. “should we, I mean we have been working here for 9 years so we do have a lot of money.” They all nodded and looked at me. “we will miss you and the baby if he releases you come visit us. You have our number..” they smiled and stood up. “Okay.” I smiled standing up. “bye.” They went downstairs to tell Don. I went downstairs also. “sir, we quit.” They seemed a bit scared. “Alright.” He waved his hand. They looked up and smiled. They just do not know he’s a mafia. “okay..” they all walked out of the house.
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