SPOV:

When I wake, my brow drips with sweat, I turn over on to my side and sigh stretching out my limbs. I breathe in deeply and take in the fresh sent of the breeze coming from the window. I sit up and grab my phone and head off to the bathroom. When I sit and pee I check my phone, reading the time. 11 am. I realize Tegan should be home right now. I finished up and shoot Tegan a text asking where she is. I don't let this worry me though. She can do what she wants, I suppose. I dress in sweatpants and a sports bra to stay warm but breezy. I sit down at my computer and start reading over some emails. Eventually I start working on homework for classes tomorrow. Halfway through my Lit. assignment there is a knock on the door which makes me jump. "Hold on please!" I say. I stand and Tegan's tee she wore last night catches my eye. I throw it on quickly and open the door. I jump when I see his face. My body shakes with fear "Shharaa" he slurs my name. I quickly try to close the door but he pushes it open and makes it bang against the wall, "Wh-what do you want?!" my hands start shaking. He steps toward me, making me step back. "I need to know Saaaree" he steps again making me step back my hands make a fist. "Tell me if you're pregnant Saare" he starts to reach toward me. Adrenaline overwhelms my body and I scream "Don't you dare touch me!" as I punch him straight in the nose making him pass out, my body shakes and tears start falling from my eyes.

TPOV:

Emy drives for a while and at first I'm annoyed but the farther she drives the calmer I feel. She plays this weird music with no words. I know she is trying to calm me down but I won't let this anger in me completely die out. That disgusting piece of shit needs to die. As if reading my thoughts Emy interjects, "I need you to let this go. He is horrible, I know, but killing him isn't going to help Sara...or the baby." The baby. Thinking about that little bean in Sara makes me so calm and centered. Nothing in life is more important than it. Our little baby needs me and so does Sara. I grab Emy's hand and squeeze it. "Thank you." She smiles big and then makes a turn, heading back to the dorms.

When we get back, Emy insists on walking me to my room. "I want to see Sara and the little baby bump." We get into the elevator and the whole way up Emy lists off all the things we need to have ready for the baby and why each are so important. She's on a sound machine when the elevator doors open and we hear a scream. We both glance at each other and then run down the hall. When we get to our room we find the door cracked open. As I open the door, Sara screams, "Don't you dare touch me!" Emy and I stand there shocked as Trevor falls to the ground with Sara's fist in the air. We both rush over to Sara and embrace her. She stiffens at our touch but after a moment her body relaxes. After a few moments we step back and turn toward Trever. He's laying on the floor, completely passed out. Shit. Emy voices what we're all thinking, "So what the hell are we going to do with him." Sara turns away and covers her face with her hands. "Emy can you take Sara to your room?" Emy looks at me and for a moment looks unsure but then puts on a smile, puts an arm around Sara and leads her out of the room. I take a seat on our bed and wait for Trevor to wake up.

After about an hour I hear grumbling. I glance over and see Trevor slowly getting up. He glances around and when he finds me he practically growls, "What the hell. How did I get here?" I glare at him and snap, "Honestly I don't know how such a vile creature is created. I mean your parents must be so mortified to have given birth to you." He stands up quickly and clenches his fist. I stand up tall, but not quite tall enough to tower over him. "Look I honestly don't care what you think about me but I do know I can have you arrested for drugging me!" I laugh, "Why on earth would I waste my energy on anything having to do with you." He steps forward, trying to scare me. I don't move. "Get out of this room before I call the police." He smiles and my stomach churns. "I don't think you're going to do that, little girl." I push him with all my strength and he stumbles backwards, hitting his head on a shelf. He cusses loudly, glares at me, then walks out of the room, slamming the door so hard the room shakes.