One Love to Give ~ Season Three ~ Episode Eight

This chapter was written by Melissa.

"What did you do to our baby girl? Marty said.

"I don't know why you're so upset. You wanted a baby and here she is," Todd stated.

"I want my baby you bastard," Marty shouted and then the baby began to cry.

"Good going Marty, you've upset the baby," he said as he picked up the baby and held it in his arms to soothe her.

"Please Todd, I want my child," Marty pleaded.

"I know, but I wanted our child too and you took her away from me so that you could run off with my brother. Why should I put our daughter back in your arms when you took her from mine?"

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"Yes, I have decided that chemo is my best chance to be with you forever," Destiny stated.

"I think that you made the best decision. I love you so much and the thought of losing you...I just couldn't survive that," Matthew said as he held her in his arms.

"I love you too Matthew so much," Destiny said as she suddenly closed her eyes. The monitors began to beep as she began to convulse in his arms.

"Help! Somebody help me!" Matthew shouted.

XOXOXO

"Hello," Victor said as he dialed 911. The line was filled with static and he couldn't hear anything. "I need help, I'm locked in a fruit cellar in my sister's cabin," Victor said. His phone shut down as it was now dead.

"Damnit," Victor swore. He started to move around the cellar, there had to be a way out. He had to get back to Marty.

XOXOXO

Norman looked through his peephole and saw Carlo in his room. He watched as Carlo removed his pants and began to fondle himself. He became hard as he watched Carlo pump his penis up and down. For a brief second he wondered what it would be like to touch himself the way that Carlo had. He couldn't have these thoughts they would make mother angry.

Norman got a really bad headache and it was hard to focus. Mother knew what he had done. Mother knew that he had impure thoughts. It was too late, the temptation had to be removed.

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Carlo had just exploded inside his hand. It felt great, but now his hands were sticky. He needed to take a shower and then go to bed.

He hoped in the shower and was focused on cleaning himself. He thought that he heard a door being opened and he got a chill as he realized that he wasn't alone. The drape was opened and he saw his intruder.

"You," he whispered as a knife was plunged into his heart.