Chapter 15
Kay's POV
There's a baby in here. Why did daddy put it here? What's it for? Why did Aunt Ashley yell those things at daddy? What's going on? Did God answer my prayer? I hope so, let no more bad happen.
I crawl to the new baby and look at it. It has light brown hair and it's eyes are shut. What's wrong with it? I touch it's face and it cooes, wow, it's pretty. I like it. But where's Aunt Ashley?
Craig's POV
I take Ashley and wrap her in a sheet, all but her head. My plans are somewhat faltered. I never expected her to faint. She has to be awake when I kill her. She has to feel it, has to suffer. I can't have her sleeping through her death.
With those thoughts I throw some water on her and she wakes up screaming. She looks at me, I hold up the knife in my hand. Now is the time. Now is the time to hurt her, hurt her bad and then it will be better. I bring the knife to her throat and smile at her. Her eyes close tightly and she begins to cry. I knew she would. She's crying for her life. But...wait...she's whispering something...
Ashley's POV
God, please let Kay & Quinn be okay, please, take me if you have to. But take care of them. Please. I say before letting more tears flow from my eyes and hiccups from my lips.
Craig's POV
She doesn't care if she dies. She doesn't care. That's not how it goes. Why is she doing this? She's ruining it. She doesn't care what happens to her as long as the children are safe. No I won't let her get away with that. I grab her hair and bring the knife to her throat, the vein on it throbbing.
"Listen Ash, you're dead, I don't care what you say." I say fiercely in her ear, wondering if she is scared. She begins sobbing harder as the knife against her throat presses harder yet into her throat.
"Fine Craig, fine. I give up." She says, holding my hand with the knife in it and pressing it closer to her throat. "Whatever you want," She finishes and stops crying and looks me in the face. I slap her. She can't do that. She can't cave that's not how it goes. She's ruining it, stupid bitch. I'll teach her.
Ashley's POV
I don't care what happens to me. But the girls, they have to be okay. My daughter...my god...my daughter is in here with this psycho and Manny's...oh Manny...I hiccup and look at him from the ground, looking into his angry eyes. Now I'm feeling a surge. A Surge of anger going through me. He wants to kill me, take my daughter and Manny's. Well it's not going to happen. With that I lift my foot best I can after giving birth and kick him in his tender area. With a look of fury on his face he crumples to the ground.
"Ha," I state. I stand up, holding the sheet that is covering my now naked body, I have no doubt of what he did while I was out. I kick him in the side, the side with the bomb. For a sheer second I hope that it will go off but nothing happens. I bend down and rip the duct tape off that is holding the bomb in place. Taking it off his chest I look at it after kicking him yet again in the side, causing him to groan in pain. Then a pang hits me, a pang that says the last nine months hadn't need have happend.
The bomb is a fake...
