Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
Here are some things I need to say before you all read!!
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This chapter contains semi-mature content ~
I lay in bed with bec in my arms as I read with a flashlight shining on the book pages, it's getting colder.
It's snowing outside, candles are lit in the room but they don't give that much light.
Bec is sound asleep, she's a almost a month old now, I feel like time is going by to fast.
I here a knock on my bedroom door and pick up my wand, casting a spell to open the door.
Katherine walks in with something in her hands, "Hey, I made a cake." She smiled, "A cake? And you made it?" I questioned, that's not very Katherine of her.
"Yes y/n, I made a cake." She sat down handing me a fork, I switched off the flashlight and leaned over to turn on the light.
I took a bite of the cake, this is dry. "Is it okay? I thought it might be bad." She rambled, "No, it's okay." I spoke with the piece of cake still in my mouth.
"Your lying, is it really that bad?" She asked. I pressed my lips together.
"It's still cake." She shrugged and started to eat it.
I laughed lightly, but that question was still in the back of my mind.
Was she just doing this to trick me into trusting her?, or was she actually trying to make it better?
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"A stroller?" I looked up at Katherine as she smiled, "Yeah, you need something to carry that baby in." She smiled. "Right." I nodded.
"I appreciate it I guess." I mumbled.
"Your welcome." She got up and walked out of the room.
Okay then.
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"Oh this is nice, what do you think love?" I kneeled down showing bec the blue shirt I had grabbed, she smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." I put it on top of the stroller along with the other clothes.
I grabbed some bottles and pacifiers before going to check out, I actually paid.
Surprising right.
~ LORENZOS POV;
"Is y every coming back?" Corrie asked as we sat Infront of the fire place. "I don't know bud." I gave the same answer I've been giving for a year. "She's not coming back is she." He turned around to look at me.
