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Making a few chapters that involves around the crock family, particularly Lawrence and Paula Crock. It would have Drama, Family, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Tragedy, Horror, and all that jazz. Some will have connections while others be one shots. Enjoy these snippets I make and always leave a review and a fav. Rated: T-M

This is from my Drabbles in Tumblr, I RP Huntress/Paula Crock.

1. I'm Sorry

She felt tired…. so very tired…

Sleeping on her side, she was facing the wall, staring at blank space, thinking about her future.

Her future as Huntress. Her future career as a professional Assassin and Merc.

Her future being the close partner and loyal confidant of Sportsmaster.

Her future being the adoring lover and faithful wife of Lawrence "Crusher" Crock.

They're not the future. Not anymore. They all came to past.

It's the now that breaks her calm and shatters the one future she ever wanted to start with Lawrence.

As she lays there, she feel his presence—the bed being slightly weighed down, his arms slowly encasing her within his grasp, his leg tangled with hers. He leans to the side of her neck and place his lips gently there; A fetal position. She feels him, skin on skin, he came in bare, stern-face, looking at her. Paula slowly turns her head to look at his face.

Paula can handle him being angry, upset, disturbed man. She can handle him being affectionate towards her. Paula can handle him being an animal in bed, clawing, nipping, biting at her, dominating her.

Paula can never handle the look of sadness and remorse Lawrence shows for her and the anger and hate he has for himself. That is the look she can't handle.

He's giving her that look.

His hands gently placed on her stomach; Spreading his fingers and feeling…. the empty space that once held a life of 4 months.

4 Months. Her Stomach held a life. The life they both created.

4 months. That life was stolen by someone. A cruel enemy.

Lawrence went outside. Getting her food she craves for. Paula smiled at him. Lawrence smiled at her. Be back in a few. Paula resting on their bed. Tired. So very tired.

The enemy came. Grabbed her. Tore her clothes. She fears for the safety of the life within her.

Slapped her. Kicked her. Grabbing her hair. Lifting her face to him. He rams his fist there. Drops her. Stares at her bare breasts; Hair pools around her; Long tone legs slightly parted. Lust wakens him. Fondles her. Fondles her breast. Leaned in close.

She bites him. Punch his face. Broke his nose. Crawling away from the monster. He kicks her face. Kicks her stomach.

Stomps her stomach.

Blood pouring from her mouth. Agony. Complete agony. Not the baby. Spare her baby's life. No! The baby! My Baby! Lawrence! Lawrence! Help! I can't scream!

Lawrence came. He saw. He grabbed the man that was beating his wife. Lawrence beats this man. Rage consumes his thoughts. No. Leave him take Paula to the hospital.

Paula screams. Tubes within her core. Ripping her deadbaby from her. No! My baby! My little boy!. No!

4 weeks. 4 weeks in the hospital. Silently wailing at her loss of the life that is gone from her womb.

4 weeks Lawrence went to kill, maim, sabotage—making examples of the enemies that sent the scum to harm his Paula and the dead, unbornbaby. They all felt his wrath. They all suffered.

4 weeks Lawrence took Paula home.

Another 4 weeks past.

Paula buried her face on the pillow. Lawrence wants her to face the reality. She placed her hand on his; their unborn son is gone.

She turns and wraps her arms around his neck. Comfort. She wants comfort.

Lawrence wraps his arms around Paula's waist. He wants comfort.

Both want love and comfort. Both kissed in the dark. Glued to each other under the chilly night, many nights after that.

4 years later. A baby girl was created out their sadness and love.

Paula gave birthed to a baby girl, they named her Jade.