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Ariana's POV

It's been a few days since Justin left. I still hadn't stopped crying. I sat at the window, looking out the window. I watched as cars pass by. I watched my little neighbors having fun.

I'm glad I'll have a kid in nine months.

I miss Justin. I really do. I wonder what he's doing now.

Is he getting taught things on what not to do?

Who gets sent away for being in love?

So fucking stupid. I'm still not over it.

I play with my hair, reminding myself of how Justin used to touch my hair. I run my hand down my arm, getting a little cold. I missed when Justin wrapped his arms around me, keeping me warm and safe.

My eyes started to water. I blinked a few times, not wanting to cry for the millionth time in five days.

I stood up, walking over to my closet and grabbing a green jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror. Green jacket, white crop top, dark blue jeans, and knee high boots.

I wonder how long I can wear these types of clothes before I get fat from the baby. I turn to the side, resting my hands on my belly. I frowned, not seeing any growth yet.

I mean, it's only been five days, not nine months. I rubbed my belly for the millionth time, can't wait to meet the angel in my belly.

I thought of Justin again. A few more weeks and he'll be back.

If we can't be together... we can still be friends... if we can. We'll take care of the baby together, even if it means we can't be together. I want to be with him though... I love him. I'll do anything for him.

I sat on the floor, still looking at myself in the mirror. I wonder what we'd be doing right now if he was still here. He would be giving me comfort.

"Ariana, your appointment is in a few minutes. Come down here." Mom says.

"Okay." I sighed, rubbing my belly and going downstairs.

It's also a few days since I've been down there. As I walked down, I tripped over something. I felt myself tumble downstairs. I heard my mom gasp as I fall on the hard wood floor.

"No!" Mom yells, crying.

I felt fine... but I look down at myself and there was blood dripping down my leg from my-

Then the realization hit.

I sat up, terrified. I start crying. "I killed my baby."

Dad came rushing over. Everything was a mess. I lost my baby. I lost our baby. How am I supposed to tell Justin?

"Just let the ambulance get to us!" Mom says.

"You guys are already going to the hospital-

"CALL 911." Mom yelled.

I sat up, holding my stomach. I was crying. I was sobbing. I couldn't breath. Our baby is gone.

Mom called Pattie and Jeremy. They rushed over.

"We need to get Justin out of that place." I heard someone say.... it was either dad or Jeremy.

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Justin's POV

After getting beat up for the millionth time, I felt so weak. Weak and vulnerable. I crawled on the couch, wincing.

"Bieber." I hear a voice.

I looked up, my eyes stinging.

"You're ready to leave." The man said.

Thank god! I'm leaving early. I can see Ariana... and we can be a happy family.

"Go clean up." He says, shoving me in the bathroom.

I cleaned myself up. I leave and went to the office. There, stands my dad.

His eyes widen at the sight of his son with bruises. He immediately hugs me.

"I'm sorry." Dad starts sobbing.

I hug him back, "You didn't know."

We both leave, Dad kept apologizing to me. I don't blame him. He didn't know they beat people here.

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Ariana's POV

I sat on the stairs on my porch. I had my forehead rested on the palm of my hand. I just got checked.

I heard a car pulling in. My eyes shot up. I stood up, watching Justin getting out of the car.

I ran over to him. We both embraced, hugging. I notice bruises and cuts all over him.

"Justin?" My voice croaked.

"They hit me there. I'm glad I'm out of there."

"I'm glad you're okay." I looked into his eyes. "I have something to say."

"What? What is it?" His eyes searched mine. 

"We lost the baby. Today. I fell downstairs." I start crying.

His face softens, his eyes starts watering. We hug, kissing. As we kissed, tears streamed down our faces.

"I love you." I pulled away.

"I love you and our miracle baby more."

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