Hey guys! Sorry for the delay! Even though I haven't been writing it… I have been obsessed with this story. Since I finished my other story this is my main project…so I made a banner for it (now my profile pic) and a trailer (now on youtube, com/watch?v =6XsTM oCcqY8 sorry you'll have to take out the spaces)

Again sorry. I had killer homework. But I should be able to write more now that, that assignments over.

"Can't I see my kid?" James asked as strange, and somewhat gloating smile, spread across his face.

"What the-" I broke off, stunned. "We never- I only went on one date with you… at an arcade! Seven years ago!" I rambled, confused and angry.

"Oh I know." He said nonchalantly. My head was reeling. What on earth was wrong with him! "But what do you think Chad will do when I tell him that!" James snickered.

"That's it!" I struggled to not shout. "Your crazy! Completely and totally insane! We're not even together anymore and your still trying to split us up! Why did you even try to split us up in the first place?" I rambled my words running together.

James just turned and walked toward the couch. It sounded like he was mumbling. Saying things like "Mine first" and "Chad gets everything." But his lips didn't seemed to move and it was so quiet, I wasn't sure if I imagined it.

Then he sat on the couch and turned his face to look at me, his usually guarded eyes, somewhat, sad. But also.. sadistic.

I tried to search part his eyes, figure out the hidden meaning in them, what he normally hided.

I realized with a start. That this was still just a game to him. I was like one of those stupid ratty, stuffed animals sitting on a self, in a booth at a carnival. James was playing the game, throwing balls at tin cans or perhaps trying to throw a ring around a bottle. If he won, it didn't matter much. He would keep playing, moving up the ranks, trying to find a better prize. But the thought of anyone of his "prizes" belonging to someone else, to him was wrong. I was to sit on the floor in a pile of all his other prizes. He thought he had won, me and that it meant I was to always belong to him, even though he didn't want me.

The though of me, brushing myself off, and jumping off the floor, into someone else's arms, agitated him.

He had never outgrown his possessive nature, as I used to hope. Again I realized something that should have been very clear to me, it was part of who he was.

Perhaps it was from having to grow up with his womanizer father, as I'd heard in the rumors. Maybe his father had raised him to believe he was a jewel, a precious and sought after thing.

He'd never had to deal with one of his prizes moving on before, I was sure that others had, but he had never had to watch it before.

I hitched my breath, and averted my attention away from his eyes, to his whole face. His guard was on immediately. The edge of his lips turned downward into a scowl, and his eyes seemed to now be shooting invisible daggers at me.

And then there was a knock. I gasped silently hoping it was Tawnie.

I had tried not to think about it much, tried to deny it. But the thought of Chad leaving me again, was like a knife in my chest, poking me from the inside. Ready to plunge itself out. Break me once and for all.

But I could bring myself to get rid of the knife, because I would have to replace it with him. Let him inside fully. I couldn't do that.

When something went wrong and he left again, the knife would appear out of no where and slice me into pieces. I'd almost decided it was worth the chance, to spend some time with him. I probably would have, if it wasn't for the fact I wouldn't be the only one shredded.

The little angled in the playpen, who had he soft chubby hand against her dimpled cheek, could be sliced too.

One look at her peacefully, dreaming face, and I knew I could not, chance hurting her like that.

It was amazing. The maternal instinct that came over me, the desire to protect her, from any kind of harm I could, fueled by my overwhelming love towards her.

I heard the doorknob turn as someone impatiently opened the door and walked inside.

"Hello!?" I called. Sure my voice sounded panicky.

My heart sank as Chad's crystal clear voice answered. "Hey, Sonny." Then he walked into the living room. Right into James trap.