Author: HI everyone! I'm so sorry about not updating sooner, but something very serious happened to my family, and I had to be there. This chapter might be a little graphic to some people. It's not too bad, but this is your warning. Prepare for D.R.A.M.A. So, without further ado, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

I woke up in bed, cradled in Arnold's arms. Last night had been amazing, in every way. Arnold and I shared our feelings and passion together. All my troubles seemed to fade away.

I looked up at Arnold, having a sense of déjà-vu. His eyes were still closed, yet his hair was glimmering in the sunlight. I moved my shoulders, with intensions of awaking him. His eyes slowly opened, and his cheeks turned red. Even after turning 18, he still seemed uncomfortable being so close to someone.

He kissed me, before getting up, and going into the bathroom. I took the time to get dressed in privacy. I put on my sweat-pants with the spandex in them, and a plain white, maternity camisole. I headed out to the living room, and turned on the TV. I switched over to one of my favorite movies of all-time, Mean Girls.

"What are you giggling about?" Arnold asked playfully as he entered to room.

"I'm just watching an American classic." He came over, and sat down next me. I scooted into his lap, and placed my head on his chest.

He began twirling his fingers in my hair. After a few minutes he stopped. I looked up at him.

"So, Helga. Where are we in this relationship?" he sounded very serious.

I laughed. "Well, considering past events, I think we're pretty far." I craned my neck until my lips touched his. I could feel his lips curving into a smile.

He placed his other hand on my stomach, and rubbed it. "So," he began. "I never got the chance to ask. What are the genders? And do they have names yet? I wouldn't know; I've never had one."

"Well, it's a boy and a girl. And their names are Chance Barley, and Evangeline Cosette. They may sound really weird, but I wanted really original and unique names. After all, I am called Helga."

"Wow! That's amazing. I love those names, they are perfect. And by the way, I love your name." He kissed my nose, and put his head on top of mine.

The rest of the day was spent talking, and cuddling up. Luna dropped off Caressa, who was ecstatic when she saw Arnold. Arnold left that night after dinner, and planted a kiss on Caressa's cheek, and my lips.

I fell asleep like a baby, and so did Caressa. I guess she was just happy to be home. When she was going to bed, she continuously asked where her daddy was. I didn't know what to say, so I just told her that he would be gone for awhile.

I awoke in the middle of the night, not sure what startled me. I checked my phone, and saw it was 2 AM. Another noise came from the living room. I assumed it was my imagination, but it sounded as though a door handle was rattling, trying to be pried open.

I sat up in my bed quickly, and listened out for the noises again. Clink Clink. There it was again. I pulled the covers off of my huge stomach and legs, and placed my feet on the ground silently and carefully. Before every step, I checked my foot placement, and tried to sound invisible. My door was open, so I peered around the door frame. Nothing or nobody was there. I crept out of my room, and stopped next to Caressa's door. I looked inside to see if she was still asleep.

Her eyes were still closed, and she was sleeping soundly. If somebody was trying to break in, I wanted to keep her as safe as possible. Her door had a lock, so I twisted the lock on her side, and closed the door gently. Now, whoever it was couldn't get into her room easily. All you needed was a bobby pin to unlock the door, but that one little step could save her life.

I whispered, "I love you Caressa."

My stomach was churning and my heart was racing. I knew that a pregnant woman could not fight a huge man. But I had to try.

I walked into the living room, to see nothing was touched. Everything was the same. He still hadn't gotten in yet. I grabbed the umbrella on the table next to me, and hid beside the door.

I jumped as the handle started jerking, and turning. I held my breath as the door slowly opened.

The door closed again and I could finally see a huge silhouette.

For a few seconds I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't let me make myself visible to the intruder. Since my legs wouldn't budge, I swung my hand with the umbrella, and hit him square in the head.

He fell over, and whipped his head in my direction. I couldn't breathe. I just stood there, knowing it was the end of me.

I could see his face now, and couldn't believe what familiar face I was staring at. He got up and grabbed me by my shoulders. He pushed/threw me onto the hardwood floor. I screamed out in pain, as my head hit the floor with force. "Please, stop!" I yelled. But it was no use. He walked over and kicked me on my side. I yelped as I grabbed my hip. Tears were now falling from my eyes. I tried to stand up to fight back, but he kicked my down with his boot. He punched the side of my face, causing me to wince.

He was trying to kill me.

After I thought he had stopped, he raised his leg up, and I prepared myself for another blow. He slammed it down onto my stomach. I grabbed my stomach, trying in every way to save from harm my unborn children. I screamed, hoping he would stop.

I wished he would just kill me. But, I knew he wouldn't do that. I know he wanted to see me suffer for as long as possible. The worst part wasn't the pain; it was that I was suffering the way he wanted me to.

So I decided to stop struggling, and let him do it. I lay there, not screaming or fighting back anymore. I wanted to show him that was he doing wasn't going to affect who I am. After every blow, I could feel myself wanting all of it to stop. But reacting the way he wanted me to, wasn't going to help me. I flinched, but did nothing more than that. Every part of my body was screaming in anguish. I was now lying in blood.

Suddenly it all stopped. I didn't know why. Maybe he wanted to watch me die. He was just staring at me, though. Something was in his hand. I immediately distinguished it was a knife.

He put the knife on my arm, and dug in every so slightly. It felt like 10 shots, piercing my skin. This was it. The suffering would finally be over. I could now greet death.

I looked at my arm, seeing blood trickle down it. I closed my eyes, and my life flashed before me. I saw my parents never caring for me, but I also saw the love of my life, always being there. Tears started running down my cheek, as I realized I would never see Caressa or Arnold ever again. I opened my eyes, and saw the knife held above me. Three words left my mouth, hoping he would decide to discontinue his horrid plan. "Rob, please stop." Another stab burrowed into my skin. I couldn't even comprehend where it was anymore. Everything hurt all the same.

And, at that moment, I felt my life leave my hurting body and mind. The suffering was over.

My eyes opened, and I was greeted with a smiling nurse. I was also greeted with pain everywhere. At first I had no clue why I was in a hospital, but it became all too clear in a matter of seconds. I remember Rob, cutting, punching, and kicking me. But what I couldn't understand was that I was alive.

I tried to scratch my face, but when I tried to lift my arm, I felt pain shoot through my arm. I looked down to see bruises, cuts, and bandages all over my entire body. I felt like a tea cup that had been dropped, and shattered into a million pieces.

The door opening intruded my thoughts. A doctor walked over to my bedside. He wasn't smiling at all.

"Hello, Ms. Pataki. I'm glad to see you're awake." He walked over to my monitor and adjusted a few settings. I gave him a weak smile, before her left the room.

About 3 hours later, he walked back in. "Ms. Pataki, we ran hundreds of tests and it showed that you are in stable condition. We also ran an ultrasound, to check on the children. It saddens me to inform you, that through the attack, one your children had passed. The sex of the one that died was the girl. We found one heartbeat when we did the ultrasound. I am so sorry Ms. Pataki." And with that he left me alone.

I couldn't breathe; I couldn't move. I felt like somebody pounded the wind out of me. I looked at my stomach, and I felt completely empty. I started tearing up, and looked around the room. I began sobbing, and trying to catch my breath between cries. I saved my life, but I couldn't even save my child's life. And at that second, I felt like I didn't deserve to be alive.

I rubbed my stomach, tears pouring out.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered between sobs.

Hello everyone! I hope you all liked this chapter! I know it was pretty intense. I told you drama was coming.