Day 16 of 30 Days of Writing Prompts

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Writing Prompt #969

Desperate for tuition money, you stumble upon a flyer for a drug trial. Three weeks, easy money. Most likely you will get the placebo anyway, but even if you don't, there shouldn't be any lasting effects. Unfortunately, they lied. You wake up, but you aren't you anymore. Given your new shapeshifting abilities, the scientists who administered the drug trial perform experiment after experiment to see just how far your powers can go. Desperate to escape, you enlist the help of another captive with similar abilities. You find that you can speak telepathically to her, and together you plot your escape. As you work together, you discover there is more to her than meets the eye. Her father, a magical shaman from a far-away land, is behind the development of the drug. Now you have to decide if the woman you've fallen for is to be trusted or will eventually betray you.

What am I going to do? Sophia is a strong woman. I just don’t know that I can trust her, after all her father is the one behind this fucked up trial. She flat out stated that she understood his need to find out if there is someway to share the magic that they have with others, that was until he turned his research onto her. How can I trust her after she told me that?

‟Jack? Why did you pull away?” She asks looking over towards me. How do I answer that?

‟I’m needing time to think. I want to make sure that we get out of this place, with most of our faculty intact.” I say back to her. It isn’t a lie but it’s the complete truth.

‟Is that all?” She asks sounding like she is unsure.

‟Yeah, that’s all.” I lie. A feeling of sadness washes over me.

‟Okay.” She says. She takes a deep breath ‟I miss my family before this obsession took my loving family.” She says.

‟How different was your family before?” I ask. I hear her sniffle.

‟My dad use to care about people, but as the power within me started growing, he started to push me.” She stops for a minute. The silence sounds like this is very painful to remember. ‟Which caused my mother to get pissed at him. I would come home from the training covered in blood. With my dad pushing me, it would cause my nose to blood, but he didn’t care. Sadly, I got to watch his decline into madness. I because a test subject instead of his only child.” I hear her let out a sob. I don’t know how to help her while we are stuck in these damn cages.

Day 12 of 30 Days of writing Prompts

Written in the 30 Minute timer.

Writing Prompt #1,156

Your father is a successful billionaire. For years his company has been on the forefront of technological innovation, always one step ahead of the competition. Unbeknownst to the public, his tech is derived with the help of sorcery. But he's not the only one who uses magic to get ahead. Your entire family is wealthy due to the assistance of the arcane, and you are even a bit of a celebrity because of this wealth. When it comes time to marry, your family expects it to be to a man of equal wealth and success. You, on the other hand, have found love in someone quite the opposite. He is humble and kind — a genius in his own right — but dirt poor. When your father finds out about your beloved, he becomes so furious that he turns the young man into a frog. The curse, he tells you, can only be broken by a princess. He explains that you can be that princess if you marry a Hollywood movie mogul who happens to have relations to royalty. You must make a choice: stay with your newly croaking beau and endure a lifetime of a slimy curse, or free him by breaking both of your hearts.

“HOW COULD YOU?” I scream as I storm into my father’s office. I wipe at the tears rolling down my face. “You turned him into a frog!” My father just smiles at me.

“I told you what would happen if you kept seeing” He takes a breathe. “that man.” He says with disgust. I growl at him.

“You cursed him because he is a better man than you’ve ever been!” I yell and he jumps up from his seat.

“You will not talk to me that way, young lady.” He growls at me as he starts walking towards. “I’ve worked hard to make our family what it is today. You will show me the respect I desrive.” He finally is standing in front of me. The smirk that slides onto his face makes my stomic drop. “The only way you can free him from the spell is by falling in love with a prince.” He says crossing his arms over his chest. I don’t believe him.

“I don’t believe that’s all there is to break the curse.” I say standing tall. The smirk turns into a full smile.

“You are learning. Your right through, there is more to break the curse. You need to marry the prince.”

“You want me to break his heart?” I ask dumbfounded. “Along with my heart?” He looks me up and down.

“Your heart will heal. I don’t give a shit about his.” He says with a shrug. “I’m only worried about how my family is taken care of.”

“He takes care of me. I don’t even know this prince, you speak of.” I say.

“He may have taken care of some of your needs but you’ve grown up with luxury and he would never be able to support that. You know that. It also doesn’t matter that you don’t know Prince James.”

Sadly the time got away from me with this one. Thank you guys for taking the time to read this.

I got Burned

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I snuggle close to him while waiting for the poison to kill me. He doesn't know I was poisoned, and I will never tell him because he deserves happiness. I was to kill him and not myself, but I couldn't do it at the last minute. So, I swapped his vodka with mine and finished all of it in one go. We made love a few hours afterward, and soon after that, I started to feel the effects of the poison. I convened him to cuddle on the couch. I told him early in our relationship that I was sick and wouldn't live long. That's how I got close to him, but I've always been told that you will get burned if you get too close.

"My love, it's time for you to head hme. My father is going to be here soon." I say pushing up away from his chest.

"Sophia, I think it's time we tell him about us." He says pulling me back to him. I hold back the tears that are briming.

"We can't just yet. He doesn't want anyone around me until the treatments are done. We have three more before, we can tell him after the last one. I promise." The poison will kill me in about 11 minutes and I need him gone before that.

"I'm holding you to that, my love." He says hugging me and then grabbing his coat. "I love you so much." He kisses my forehead and walks out the door. As the door closes I let out a sigh. I lay down on the couch as my boss walks into the living room.

"Why did I just watch out tagert drive away?" He snaps walking over to me.

"Because he wasn't the man you wanted dead." I whisper out. "I won't live long enough for you to have me kill him." I sit up. "I drank the poison that was for him." I say as I fall back on the couch and stop beathing.

Sadly I couldn't finsish this story because I kept getting stopped while writting, and I lost the story.

Revenge Background

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I plan on making this into a book. What is typed in this and any following blog posts related to this story is a rough, unrefined draft. When this becomes a book, significant differences, and more detail will be added. Also, I do not plan on posting the ending of this story. The name might change a few times, but regarding the blog posts, it will remain Revenge.

Third-Person Point of View

Justice and Sarah were in the woods going for their weekly run. That week, Justice wanted to go to the waterfall on the edge of the pack land. Since Justice and Jackson are part of the elite fighters for the Moonlight pack, They thought it would be safe to go to the waterfall. Also, it has been a long time since there have been rogue attacks. They found an excellent spot to picnic on the edge of the pond the waterfall flows into. As They were finishing up and Justice was packing everything, Sarah saw someone walking up towards them. So, Sarah asked, "Mommy, who is that?"

"Get behind the rock," she says

"But mommy-"

"No, but let's get behind that rock." Sarah runs behind the most enormous rock as Justice shifts into her big brown wolf, who has white paws. It is rare to have a big brown wolf with white paws because it means they are stranger than an average alpha. Justice would be the Alpha but stepped down to let her brother take over. Justice takes a fatal hit and falls to the ground, making Sarah run over to her mother. Sarah hugged her and told her to wake up. She won't wake up.

"Wake up, Mommy. You can't leave me." Justice's lifeless body lays there as her 8-year-old daughter, Sarah, shakes her body. Her brown hair grows darker as the blood flows into it, and her eyes are wide open, staring at where Sarah was hidden as she died. Sarah shot up and took off, running back toward the pack house. Screaming her head off, "Help, Help my mom. She is hurt really bad." The pack doctor runs up to her.

"Where is your mommy?" The Pack doctor asks

"At the waterfall," Sarah says, pointing back where she came from.

"Ok." With that, the pack doctor ran off in the direction she came from. Two hours later. She is being dragged into the cellar. Within ten minutes of being pulled into the cellar, she was tied to a chair and hit repeatedly because they thought she killed her mother. The pack doctor came in and said, "She died of an attack by another wolf."

"So you didn't do it." Alpha Caleb said.

"That is right, alpha," Sarah said.

"Could you describe what the wolf looked like?" Alpha Caleb asked.

"Yes. The wolf was black with white ears, and the paws were golden blonde." Sarah Said with tears rolling down her face.

"There's only one wolf I know that resembles what you described. Your uncle." Alpha Caleb said.

"my uncle?" She asks

"Yes. I mean your dad's brother." Beta Jack says, looking over at Alpha.

"Dad doesn't have a brother," Sarah said, looking at the beta.

Yes, he does. You didn't know about him because he is a rogue." Alpha Celab said, looking pissed.

"But why would he want to kill my mom?"

"I don't know sweetheart." Alpha Celab says, and she starts crying again. She was always a mommy's girl. When she got home, she found a note from her father.

Dear Sarah,

I am so sorry for leaving you like this, but I can't stand to stay here and raise you because you look and act like your mom. I will always love you. I will miss you. I hope to come back someday.

Love your dad

All she wanted was her father. The only parent she had left. He ran because of the pain from his mate's death.

In this part, Sarah is 8 years old. The next part will be 8 years after all this happened and will be Sarah's P.O.V. 

The Hidden Family Secret

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"Grandpa. I want to see Mom and Grandma," I say, stepping back away from the stairs.

"You know I can't let you do that," he says, pushing back from the table and standing up. "Kay, I need you to understand that it is not safe to see them."

"Why not. You told me that My mom and grandma are in a mental hospital? what is so unsafe about it?" I stare at him. How is it fair to keep my mother's only child away from her? How is it fair to keep me away from my mother? She never hurt me.

"It's not safe," he says again, raising his hand and holding the door. "I will never let you see them. They are not safe to be around. You need to stay with me. I can't let anything happen to my only family." he says, closing the door. I stare at the now-closed door. The only family?

"My mom and grandmother are your family as well," I yell at him through the closed door. "I'm not the only family you have." The door swings open, making me take a step back.

"Not after what they did." He growls out, and I stare at him. Why can't he tell the truth instead of giving me this damn runaround?

"What did they do so wrong?" I ask, stepping closer to him. He looks down at me with so much anger in his eyes.

"You are so much like your mother when she was your age. Thinking she needed to know everything, but just like her, you don't need to know everything," he growls, turns, picks up his plate off his oak desk, and walks right past me into the kitchen. I follow him as he sets the plate down in the sink. "You just need to trust that I know what is best for you."

"Why can't you tell me the truth? I am old enough to know what they did. After all, it is my mother. I'm also 20 years old." I yell, getting pissed. I'm tired of being told I need to trust him. How can I trust someone who won't tell me the truth? He turns around quickly and walks towards me. Stopping in front of me. If I wasn't pissed off, I would've seen that I pushed him too far again.

"You are not to yell at me." he snaps, yanking me off the ground by my arm. "I am the adult, and you are the child. You need to understand your place." he drops me onto my feet, making my knees give away from underneath me. He slaps me and crosses my face as I struggle to keep my balance. My eyes widen as the stinging starts, tears falling down my face. He looks at me and says, "I know more than you do I know things that they did. Things that you will never know about as long as I am breathing, " then he storms out of the room. He just hit me. All I want to do is to see my mom.

Is that so wrong? I lean against the door frame, trying to keep myself from sobbing. I hear the front door open and then slam shut. I'm alone. I walk towards the stairs with my head held down. I can't even look around the stairs. There are so many photos of me as a child, happy. I was always smiling, hardly ever sad. When I get upstairs, I look at the bathroom door; I should see what damage he has done to my face this time. I don't want to look, but I must splash water on my face. As I walked into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror and saw a faint handprint on my left cheek.

Shit, that's going to bruise. I splash water onto my face and grab a hand towel. As I dab it on my face, I wince as I dab it over the bruise. I walk into my room and let myself fall onto my bed. I roll up, making myself a burrito with my black fuzzy blanket. I let myself sob, not holding back anymore. Why did he have to hit me? Did I do something so wrong that he couldn't hold back and not hit me? I feel myself dozing off. "Kay, please wake up." I hear my grandpa's broken voice in my sleep. There was a soft knock, and then the door opened.

"I don't want to talk," I mumble. I regretted it immediately when my blanket was taken from me. I snap up into a sitting position. "What? I'm not allowed to sleep either?" I growl. He bows his head. Why can't I just be nice to him after he is an ass to me? I feel myself feeling like shit. I shouldn't growl at him. He looks so sorry.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I don't know what came over me." He sounds like he is trying to hold back tears.

"Okay. Your point is?" I keep my voice as clear as I can. Hurt flashed across his face. "Are we done?" I say, taking a deep breath so I don't cry.

"No, we are not done. I need you to come with me." My grandpa walks towards my door. Ugg. I look at the clock; it reads 2:30 a.m. What the Fuck? "Watch your mouth, young lady."

Oh shit. I said that out loud. "I'm sorry," I say as I leave my warm bed. The moment my feet hit the hardwood floor, I started freezing. I follow behind him. "Where are we going?" I ask as we walk downstairs.

"You want to know what they did? I'm going to show you," I pause as he says this and walks out the front door. What the hell changed? He was hell-bent on me never finding out. The curiosity of finding out overtakes me, making me follow him outside. I wrap my arms around me when I get outside as the cold winter breeze flows across my body. I look around and past someone, but my eyes snap back to the person, and I see a very handsome man standing at the end of the driveway. "Please stay down there. You know you are not allowed any closer." Grandpa says. I look at my grandpa.

"Who is he?" I ask, looking back at the man.

"He is your husband when you turn 22. They signed a contract on your behalf. They sold you to him when you were about 2 months old." he says. My head snaps to my grandpa with tears rolling down his face. "All for his money." you could hear the anger in his voice. "That's what they did. You've seen her; she's seen you now leave." My grandpa says, pushing me into the house and slamming the door shut. I watch him closely, and he mutters something I can't understand into his phone, but it sounds like Latin. As he turns towards me and touches my face, my knees give out from underneath me, and everything goes black.

"Kay," someone yells from the other side of my door. Making me jolt awake from my sleep. I look over at my laptop and see it is still open on my lap, with my half-written English paper on the screen. God, damnit, why can't that dream go away? The weird thing is that it feels like a memory and not a dream. I've tried to talk to Grandpa about it, but he just shrugs it off and says I have an overactive imagination. "Kay, can you come here?" I hear my grandpa say. Great, I turn 22 tomorrow.

"Coming." I close my laptop, hopping off my bed. As I make my way downstairs, I see a guy. Holly shit, he is sexy. "I'm not trying to be rude, but -"

"Then don't say anything." My grandpa snaps. Turn towards the kitchen and see him standing there with three cups on a tray. I rush over to him.

"Let me get this. You're not allowed to be standing," I growl. The guy takes the tray from me as he laughs. I grab my grandpa's arm, walking him into the living room.

Writing Prompt #8

 

 Trying to get away from someone

Dear Journal,

So here we are again. Christmas time. I have always hated this time of the year. It’s to, exposed and exported. It’s no longer about family, it’s all about what you can get for someone else. Yeah, we have people who volunteer at the homeless shelters and other things but if you pay attention most of the kids are only wanting their gifts, they could care less if their family is there or not. I know that I am acting like the “Grinch”. Even my family doesn’t even care if I am there or not. Allie, my little sister, is only 10 and asked me what I am getting her for Christmas. When I told her, I am not getting her anything because I am saving up for the baby. She got so pissed and said that it’s Christmas and I needed to get her something. Christmas is about getting gifts. I just stared at her. I can’t believe this. I don’t want my baby to grow up thinking that. I got up and walked to the guest suite. My baby will not be as self-centered as my sister. I know that she doesn’t know any different because of our mom. Right before Allie was born mom had married a rich man, He is gay but didn’t want his family to know. I have no real problem with Kyle, but mom spoiled Allie, anything she asked for she got. Growing up mom didn’t have a lot of money with Jake and Dominic playing every sport that they could. We had the basics and that was about it. So, I don’t think she knows what she is doing to Allie. Allie isn’t Kyle’s, but his family thinks she is. None of us want to change that because he asked us not to.

“Skyler,” Jack came into my room making me sigh. “Damn, sis, you look good for a pregnant woman.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I snap playfully as I stand up.

“Sky, you have always been beautiful.” He says trying to dig himself out of the hole. I laugh, and he relaxes. “And evil as ever.” He laughs. He pulls me into a big hug. After a few moments, I hear a gasp.

“Get your hands off my man.” A woman says from the hallway. I pull back and raise an eyebrow and look up at my brother. She comes storming into my room and yanks me further away from him, making me fall to the floor.

“Sarah,” Jack yells trying to catch me before I land but he wasn’t quick enough. “That’s my pregnant sister.” He picks me up like I weigh nothing. The angry face went from Sarah’s face to my brother’s. He sits me down on my bed. “Are you okay, Sky?” he asks. I nod.

“It’s not the first time I have fell and I know it won’t be the last time.” I say with a smile. “Sarah, it is nice to meet you.” I say as sweetly as I can. The guilt builds up because she starts crying.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She sobs. I sigh looking at the girl.

“Look, if my brother wasn’t my brother and he was my guy, I would’ve probably done a lot worse than you did. You are fine.” I say trying to get up, but my brother pushes me back down. “Jake, I am fine.” Being the 3^nd youngest and one of two girls in this family means anyone who hurts me is in deep shit. I am going to be in deep shit when they find out the father is in jail because he stabbed me. But as far as I can tell no one knows yet and I plan on keeping it that way. I try to sit up and this time Jake lets me. Jake is staring at my shoulder.

“Why isn’t James here with you?” I look away.

“He had to work. He couldn’t get out of it.” It was partly true. He couldn’t get out of jail to be here. So why did the guilt start to eat at me? Jake’s face fell.

“Oh, okay. Well, I need to show Sarah will she’ll be sleeping because mom doesn’t want us to share a room.” Sarah who is still crying looks anywhere but at me.

I pull my brother into a hug. “Cheer up your girl. She didn’t hurt me, so she is fine.” I pull back and push him away. He gets up and grabs her hand. Pulling her out of my room. I look at my phone. Carol had called about an hour ago, but I was too scared to answer. There is a voicemail. I grab my phone and listen to the voicemail.

“James has been released on bail.” I quit breathing. Shit, his mom knows. Which means my mom will know soon.

“Sky, breath. Come on sis, breath,” Dominic says, placing both his hands on my shoulders. I wince at the sudden touch causing a little bit of pain. He pulls me into a hug. “Sis, why didn’t you call me?” he asks.

“How do you-?”

“I answered the phone before mom could and no she doesn’t know.” I relax in his arms. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks again.

“About what, Dom?” Jake asks making me tense again. I try to pull away, but Dominic wouldn’t let me go. “Sky?” He says walking closer to us. I start breathing harder. How did this go downhill so fast? Why can’t anything go right when I need them too? The door bell rings. “I’ll go get that.” Jake walks slowly out of the room. I start crying.

“I can’t tell him.” I tell Dom.

“Come on, she is this way.” I hear Jake say. “I though you couldn’t get away from work?” I freeze. He can’t be here. Dom jumps up and makes it to the door before he gets there.

“Get the fuck out of this house before I call the cops.” Dom growls.

“Dom, calm down, he is Sarah’s husband. He made it here.”

“Jake stay out of things you don’t understand.”

“She is pregnant with my child. I can see her whenever I want to.”

“Not when there is a protection order in place.” Dom says.

“A protection order, What the hell is going on?” Jake says trying to push past Dom, but Dom being bigger than Jake he doesn’t get past.

“Hello this is 911.” A lady answers the phone.

“My husband, James Kelly, has violated the protection order in place.” I say into the phone.

“Where are you at?” The lady says.

“I am at 668 stone creek rd.”

“Cops are on the way; can you get somewhere safe?”

“Yes, I can.”

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until they get there.”

“Get off the phone, Sarah,” James yelled.

“Why is she calling the police? Dominic tell the what the hell is going on.”

“He beat Sarah, she is pregnant, and he beat her.” Dom says.

“I did no such things.” James says

“No you didn’t beat me, you tried to kill me.” I scream.

“Ma’am please calm down.” The lady says

“Yeah because you cheated on me.” James scream as he pulls out a gun. Jake tries to grab the gun, “Let me see my wife or you both die.”

“Put the gun down,” A man says from the hallway.

“I just need to see my wife and this all will be over.”

“Put the gun away.” Someone else yells. A gun goes off and everything goes black.

Writing Prompt #6

Set a timer for 30 minutes then write a story about a charcter being left after making a mistake

"How could you be so god damn reckless? How could you do this to me? I don't want anything to do with you. You are unmarried and pregnant. I can't even look at you get out of my house and never come back." He yells flinging the front door open. I let my head fall so he doesn't see my tears. I need to tell Sarah what's going on. She will stay by my side. Isn't that what best friends do, right? As I walk up to her apartment door I hear moaning coming from inside. So I let myself in with the key she gave me. I head to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum." yells Jack.

"Cum inside me. Please fill me with your cum. Fill my pussy with your hot sticky cum. Full me up. Please master." I drop the plate and slid down to the floor. They are together? "Oh yes. Right there. I feel your cum." She screams her release. I sit there crying for what feels like forever. They come out of the room and she sees me. "Jaz. What are you doing here?" She says trying to hide Jack, but that doesn't work because he is 6'8" and she is 5'3". "You didn't call first. Is everything alright?" I shake my head.

"That asshole behind you leaves me just because I'm pregnant with his child. Also, my dad disowned me. To top it off you are here to have sex with him. How long has this been going on?" I say standing up.

"3 years today. I didn't know he was the Jack you were talking about. I swear." She says stepping closer to me.

"Yeah right, you met him so many times." then I realized they have been going to me behind my back for 90% of our relationship. "You have been fucking my boyfriend for most of our relationship? How could you? Do this to me?" I look at her neck and see hand marks. "Now I see why there were always red marks on your neck. You like being choked during sex." I start walking towards the front door, but Sarah stops me.

"Please don't leave we can talk this out." She pleads I shake my head.

"No. we can't I'm all alone. I guess that's how it has to be." I yank my arm from her grip. I make it all the way to the door when something hits my head. I turn and see Jack smirking. "What just hit me?" I hiss. 

"A pillow," he says. "Now that's out of the way. I think you guys need to talk."

"Whatever. I'm leaving. I'm never talking to you guys again." I slam the door behind me. I get in my car and head to the only place I could think of. My mother's grave. Once I get there I see my father. I sit in the car until he walks away.

"You're not allowed here. Ma'am." Says one of the workers.

"What do you mean I'm not allowed here? I'm here to see my mother's grave." I say trying so hard to hold the tears back.

"I was told to not let you anywhere near here," he says. I fall to my knees crying. "Ma'am that's not going to work on me," he says pulling me up.

"Please just let me go. I need to see my mother. She is the only one I have left. I lost my boyfriend and my best friend, and to top it off my dad disowned me. I just need to see my mother." I sob.

"Jazmen? What are you doing here?" My father says walking over.

"I'm here to see mom." I sob.

"You're not allowed. You are no longer family and only family can come in here. you know that." he says. "Here I will walk her off the grounds," he says taking my arm from the man.

"With all due respect. I need to walk her off ground. I am here to keep everyone safe. So it is my job to walk her off the grounds." he takes my arm back and pulls me towards my car.

"I hate you, DAD!" I scream at the top of my lungs. As we got to my car he hands me a card.

"Call me around six tonight and I will get you in to see your mom. But only if you will go out with me," he says. I shake my head. he wouldn't want a pregnant lady,

 "I'm pregnant," I look down at the card. "Jace. I doubt you want to date a girl that's pregnant."

"Quite frankly I don't give a flying fuck that you're pregnant. I want to get to know you," he says opening my car door. He wants to know me?

"Not trying to sound rude but why me?" I ask linking my fingers together.

"Because we went to school a long time ago." I've been homeschooled for most of my school years.

"When, I don't remember ever going to school outside of the house," I say.

"We were in 3 grade. You made it half of the year before getting pulled out. We were in the same class. I was the one that punched Keven for pushing you. Ever since then, I have been looking for you. Please give me a chance. All I am asking for is one chance, if you don't like me after the chance then I will back off. I swear." His blue eyes have so much hope how was I going to tell him I can't start something new.

"Okay. What time do you get off work today?" I ask just wanting to get this over with.

"8pm," he says

"Okay, I will text you my address and you can stop by. Okay?" I say. he nods. I look over at my father who is staring right at us. "I hate you. How dare you kick me off my own land. What kind of father does that?" I yell at him. I get in my car and drive off. What the fuck? Jace wants something. I just don't know what it is yet. I will find out when he comes over tonight, I guess. How could Sarah fall for him? Why is it that every time I date a guy she takes them one way or another? What did I do so wrong? Why does everyone leave me? First, my mom leaves me two years ago, and now everyone I care about is leaving me. I know my baby won't leave me, Right?

When I got home, I text Jace my address. As I get out to see Jack's car in the parking lot.

"Fuck me! Why can't he leave me the hell alone?" I walk up to the door and see it is wide open. "Hello?" I yell walking towards the bedroom.

"Over here. I'm just getting my stuff then I will be out." He says packing his clothes. I hold back a sob.

"Please don't leave me too?" I say sitting on the bed.

"I don't love you. So I'm not staying. I don't even want our baby." he says looking at me with guilt in his eyes, I shake my head,

"Then why did you do it? Why not use protection that night?" I ask looking at the door.

"Because I hate condoms. I've always hated, but I wanted sex."

"But you had Sarah, so you didn't need me for sex. So why did you use them if you hated them." I instantly regret it when I say it.

"Look Sarah, wasn't always in town when I wanted sex. So I had to use them with you. So I could get sex." He says sitting next to me. This is the first time he has ever been this nice to me. "You wouldn't have sex unless we used a condom. So I did. That's all there is to it." he gets up and grabs his bag, "Jaz."

"It's Jazmen." I correte him.

"Jazmen, have a good life." He walks out of the room leaving me sitting on our king-size bed crying my eyes out. I really hate all of this. It's not fair, but life has never been fair. 

Writing Prompt #5

 Imagine you're looking through a collection of short stories. One of the titles catches your interest. That's the story you want to read first. What might the title be? Invent a title that would make you want to read the story. Now, write a story to go with that title...

Tilde: You Know how to kill him?

Story: "Jacob, think about this before you do it." I say trying to stop him.

"Jace needs to die. He forced you to mate with him." He says trying to walk around me.

"That may be true, but it's too late. We mated. We have kids on the way."

"Wait how long ago did this happen?" His brown eye holds more fury than anger.

"Two months ago," I say. His eye goes from brown to black and back. He growls

"You didn't tell me why?" he grits out.

"Because you would act like this," he growls loudly making Jace come into the room.

"Sarah is everything okay?"

"No, it's not. You hurt my sister and made her keep it from me." Jacob screams.

"Look, I was dying and if we didn't mate I would've died. Yes, we went about it the wrong way-"

"Wrong way? She's two months pregnant and I just found out." oh shit, why did he have to say that?

"You're pregnant?" Jace says walking closer.

"Stay back. It's not a good idea for you to come closer. He's about to shift." I say trying to get him to walk out.

"Then you need to back up." Jace growls. "I'm not losing either of you.

"He won't hurt me. I promise. Please, Jace, do it for us." I say hoping that will get him to do as I asked.

"Fine, but you need to back up too." I sigh

"Fine. Jacob, give me a hug please?" he looks at me shocked. But nods. "Jacob, please don't hurt him," I whisper.

"I can kill him without killing you." He whispers back.

"Please don't." I pull away so he can't argue and he storms out of the room leaving us alone.

Writing Prompt #4

"Why are you so desperate to have me forgive you? Was destroying me once not good enough for you?"

"Please, I need you to forgive me, Xavier," I say bugging him. In order to tell him why I left and about our son, I need him to forgive me or at least say he could forgive me.

"Why are you so desperate to have me forgive you? Was destroying me once not good enough for you?" He growled turning to finally look at me. "You ran from me a year ago today! You nearly killed me!" He yells keeping in hands at his sides while they are in fists as the rage radiating from him was mixed with sadness. I look down at the ground trying to figure out how to explain that I left to hide our baby from my mother.

"I'll explain everything once I know you can forgive me," I say through the tears, holding back the sobs. I'm trying to fight the need to reach out to him physically and mentally. No matter how hard I try my mind seeks out his and I catch a glimpse of his thoughts. 'God, she is still as pretty as the day she left. I can't let myself get hurt again, I'll die this time. I might be able to forgive her but I need to know why before I could.' I pull back needing to hear him say it out loud. The rage was still radiating from him. "Please," I say as the sobs escape. I hear him sighing.

Look, I can forgive you but I need to know everything." He says as he pulls me into his arms and the rage coming from him starts to fade.

Betrayal Part One

 'Laying next to him is harder now that I met you, Xavier, I love you, not him! When can I see you again?' I stare at the burner phone Xavier bought me. It's an old iPhone that I've put music on so James doesn't think anything about it.

'Babe you know that I can't see you right now. James will know something is up if I stop by so soon. I was just there two days ago. Just keep lying next to him. He loves you. He needs you right now. We'll be together before you know it.' James loves me? NO he doesn't I'm just his poor wife, he is sleeping with Justice. I don't love him. I love you, come pick me up.'

'Sarah, you know I can't do that, Please understand. Kyle needs me, he is sick.'

'I could take care of him. He needs a woman's care, just like his dad' I smile looking at the iPhone. 

'Yes he does but you can't leave. You know this.' 

Damn it. I lock the phone. 

"Sarah, why are you in here?" James asks looking past me. 

"Just working on my book. I'll be in bed when I'm done." 

"OK. I love you."

"Love you too," I say as sweetly as I can muster. I wonder if Xavier would take me away from James if I was pregnant. I unlock my phone. 'Xavier, I can only stay here for a little bit longer than I need out of here, goodnight' I turn the phone off and put it in the desk drawer. I go and lay next to James. He rolls over and starts kissing my neck. I close my eyes pretending it was Xavier kissing my neck. I moan and his hand slips under my underwear and slides into my pussy. "Damn baby girl you are wet. I want to make love to you." I know if I push him off now he will know something is up so I just nod. He pulls my underwear off and his pants. He kisses my lips and I force a moan. He doesn't stop kissing me until he slides inside me. I gently push him back.

"I'm ovulating," I say, panicking. He quickly pulls out and sits back on his heels. Looking at me with disbelief. "I don't want to get pregnant. Not with the wine tasting in three months, you know how much that means to your mom." He nods and climbs off the bed.

"Here of late, it seems like you don't want to be with me." He slams the bathroom door. I head out of the room to my office and text Xavier. 'I'm heading to my mother's old place. Can you meet me there tomorrow?' I hit send and turn it back off and head back to the room. He hasn't come out of the bathroom yet. His phone starts ringing and I walk over to see if it's his mother. The caller ID says its Justice. I grab a notepad and write down the number. I hear the toilet flush and I run over to my side of the bed. "What's up?" He says seeing me sitting on the bed.

"Are you happy with me?" He looks shocked but nods.

"Why would you ask something like that?" He's lying. I shrug.

"Just wondering. I have a new chapter idea. I need to go get it written." I get up and walk slowly out of the room. Once I was out of eyesight. I hear him pick up his phone.

"Justice, baby why are you calling me so late...You're pregnant? Are you sure?...You know I'll be leaving her soon. You're having my baby and she doesn't want to." I slowly walk back to my office. I fall asleep on my couch in my office.