Page 21 of Hunted, Season Three

For my unborn child’s life?!

Future?!

How would he like that separated on the spreadsheet?

Chronologically?

Alphabetically?

Importance?!

“Nooooooooooo!!!!” leaves me again as broken branches and shrubbery carve their presence into my stretched-out arms.“Nooooooooo!”

“You know I love you.”

No.

This isnotlove.

This isobsession.

“You know I can’t wait to get you back home.”

This is a delusion.

“Mother is so upset over how much I’ve missed you.”

A never-ending fucking nightmare.

“But…she is quite excited for our child.”

Our child?!

What the fuck does he meanourchild?!

It’s notourchild!

We haven’t been together in years!

Or least…I don’t remember being together.

God only knows what happened when he managed to find me.

Get into my apartment undetected.

Get out undocumented.

I don’t like to think about it.

And right now…I don’t have time to fucking care about it.

“She wants to name him after me, of course.”

I’d rather remove my own uterus with a rusty pipe wrench thaneverbare a McAdams.

My jaw lowers to say exactly that when additional stirred up dirt from being dragged through the terrain overwhelms my senses stifling my ability to speak.

Breathe.

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