Trying To Escape. *COMPLETE*

Riley has lived a fairly normal life. Except she does boxing, kick boxing, and karate. So I guess you could say that she's pretty trained in self-defense. Now most people would think that unless you want to be a professional boxer her skills are pretty useless, well for her that's not the case. When she gets kidnapped by the one direction boys she's pretty thankful that she's been doing karate since she was 3, boxing since she was 4, and kick boxing since she was 6.

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28. Love Triangle

Riley's POV

It's time to choose. Zayn, the father of my kid or Liam, the love of my life. Decisions, decisions. I'm starting to feel the life stirring inside me, the baby- no longer a fetus, kicking and pummeling my body from the inside, out. It's going to be a boy- in a way I'm happy that it's not a girl because when she's older she probably would have gotten the same treatment I had gotten, by her 'uncles'. Lucky it's a boy. Unluckily, Harry is eying me all the fucking time. Like I'm a piece of meat, and he's a hungry dog. In a way, Harry is much like a dog, in everything he does and everything he doesn't do.

Then there's Liam. Liam. Liam.

The one that loves me, more than anyone else.

But Zayn's always there, splitting us apart. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn.

Claiming that he loves me, that he wont hurt me, ever again, that he's more suited to my personality. But he's already hurt me. Not just on the outside but on the inside. I've got his monster spawn inside me. And I want it out. But it's too late for abortion. Not that I ever had that choice anyway. I was told the day I turned eight months. The day I found out what the baby was.

Ever since then, Zayn and Lou have been plotting- well not plotting- more like... Choosing. Names for my kid. Yeah, I have the kid and I don't get a say on what his name will be. No choice. I'm like a women in the middle ages- with less rights. I can't go out, I can't do anything without asking Louis. I'm a prisoner, in the dungeons. Unwanted by my brother, and loved by two. Hated by one, Loathed by another. I'm scared. I want Anna. I want her. I need her. I need her support, her brains. I need her help.

"Alrighty then. What do you want." Zayn asked, his eyes dark and dangerous. I can't do this. I can't tell him that I love Liam and Liam only. I chickened out. "Kiss me." I cussed myself- it was the only reason I could think of. Zayn gently cupped my face in his palms, carressing my cheek. He smashed his lips to mine, his eyes triumphent, and proud. His tongue pushed against my lips, demanding entrance, which I granted. I pulled away from him. "Watch the baby." Zayn smiled, his eyes still dark and dangerous, but holding the tiniest degree of warmth. "Our baby." Ugh, lovey dovey. He kissed my stomach, and my eyes widened slightly when the baby kicked. "He's a fighter. Like you." I didn't reply. "We know what he's going to be called. Lou and I."

"What?"

"His name is-" Not Zayn junior. Please not. "Going to be Dakota."

Well it could be worse.

I looked into his face again, smiling slightly. It was that moment when Harry burst into the room, eyes crazed with anger.

-Calicocalypso

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