This is my first piece of published work, hope you enjoy!
"Kill her and the baby! What do I care?"
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It had been over a month ago but it still hurt me. I remembered how I had cried myself to sleep that night, knowing that he didn't care. I wasn't shocked by the fact that he didn't care about me, but I thought that he would at least have some type of feeling towards our unborn baby. But no, he just stomped out leaving me at the hands of the witches. I had never judged someone by what other people thought of them but this time everyone was right-Nicklaus Michelson was a lying manipulative bastard!
Why? Why him? I would never forget that night though- his lips against mine, soft but also rough. I remember my body tingling all over at his touch. His piercing blue eyes on me the whole time, making me feel good. He didn't feel the same way about the night though; he had described it as some liquor fuelled one night stand. I had never planned for it to go beyond that one night but it had and now here I was paying for my mistakes.
Where exactly was I? I was in the Michelson mansion. After Klaus had stormed out of the cave Elijah had followed him, trying to convince him to change his mind. He returned the next day saying that he wanted to take me to their home. I wasn't sure how I felt about this. On one hand i knew that i couldn't live in a cave until i gave birth but on the other the thought of living under the same roof as Klaus seemed horrifying.
When I had arrived at the mansion with Elijah, my mouth fell open forming the shape of an O. The mansion was huge and looked amazing. The inside was as perfect as the outside with marble floors and antique furniture. Elijah had shown me up to my bedroom on the first floor and then left me to go to his bedroom on the second floor. There was only one other bedroom on my floor, both equally the same size. My bedroom was the one to the left.
My bed is massive-easily enough for two people let alone one, the fabric of the bed covers are not too thick and not too thin and the cupboard is filled with clothes in all different colours- mostly black leather. I don't have to question myself for a minute on which brother had bought the clothes- Elijah.
I have hardly seen Klaus, he had spent all of his nights partying and getting drunk of his ass to recognise me, when he did return home from his parties he'd wander up into his room on the third floor completely ignoring me, i was fine with that.
