Imagine This.

Pour It Up 11

Lisa

If this mother fucker won't open the door! I turn around and begin to walk to my car. The door squeaks open and I turn around quickly to see that b***h again. What the f**k is she doing in my house?! She holds on to her stomach and I clench my jaw. She better not be pregnant!

"Why the hell are you in my house?!" I clench my fists and storm after her. She moves back and I fall right on top of her. I punch her face and she groans as she pulls my hair and pinches my stomach. "No! Stop!" She covers her stomach and now I know for sure..she's pregnant. Not for long. I punch the hell out of her stomachs and press my ass on it, holding her arms.

Tears brim her eyes and I smirk,brushing her hair out her face. "Bye darling" I wink at her and get up. I sway my hips,walking over to the door and walk out. I bump into Michael and I chuckle while his face turns red. I get into my car and drive off.

Michael

"Y/N!" I run over to her and attempt to get her up,but she screams. "M-My ribs, they're completely broken" I pull up her shirt and her stomach is red and her rib is out of place. I try to put it in place but the skin is too thick for me to move it.

She cries as she holds on to her stomach and I dial 911. I'm pressing charges, and arranging a restraining order.

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