"There is a place called Hell, Shane". Mitchie carefully twirled her light brown hair, nervously glancing at her tall boyfriend. "And that's what's going to happen if we do this. I mean, I'm not religious or anything, but killing someone is wrong."
"Stop with all of this hell talk", Shane quickly grabbed Mitchie's arms, and shook her. "We are sixteen Mitch. And you really think we can be parents"? He tightened his grip on her.
"I don't know".
"Oh my god-".
"Shane", Mitchie cut in "I'm not killing our baby. End of story". Shane's exterior suddenly hardened.
"I'm not being a parent at sixteen. We're too young", his words were like venom.
"I know".
"You think we're ready"? He said this as if it were a statement.
"No".
"God, you're not making any sense". Mitchie attempted to turn, but Shane's tight hold prevented her from moving.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore". Mitchie said in a slight whisper.
"I don't care if you want to or not", he said, practically spitting in her face. Shane tightened his grip on her even more, her arms already bruising.
"Stop Shane"! He suddenly let go of her. "We should take a break". Mitchie braced herself for his reaction.
"Mitch".
"Shane, please", she pleaded with him, "just come talk to me when you have calmed down". Mitchie quickly made her way to the door, until a tight grip on her shoulder jolted her back. "Let go of me"!
"No. Maybe you think killing someone is wrong, but I don't".
"Time of death, 2:59".
"Poor girl. She was only sixteen".