Colette Smith (P.O.V.)The password did not work. It had been changed. I remember rushing over to the bed where he was asleep and waking him up to unlock his phone. I did not even ask him to, I demanded that he did. When he unlocked the phone, I went into the girl’s chat and I asked him why he was still talking to her. His dumb excuse was that he stopped for a couple of days because he thought that was all the time that I needed to figure things out in my head. Then he went on to explain why he changed his password and whatever.As petty as I am, when I changed the password to my phone as well, I also locked my notifications so that one would need my password to even read my notifications. When he noticed this, he threw a fit but did not press any further because he has always been the type to just not care about who I talk to and if I cheat or not. He always said that he did not trust me but trusted that if I were to cheat, he would never find o

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)I desperately tried to wrench my arms free and felt narrow straps dig into my flesh. I cried out in pain and kept battering at the straps with my forearms. The resistance sawed in deeper and drew blood from what I could have felt running down my arm, but I was too far gone to notice the pain that accompanied it. My every instinct forced me to fight this unseen enemy, to escape these bonds, to run free once again.I snapped my head back, the sudden impact dizzying me for a moment, but I tried my best to keep a cool head on my shoulders. For the sake of the baby, I needed to reserve any ounce of sanity left in me as well as my strength to get through this alive for the life inside of me to continue living.I hit the metallic table again and again with the back of my head, pounding away at my restraints.“Hello?! Somebody? Anybody? Help me!! Please! Let me out of here!” I yelled out, a shout mingled with fury

The pain continued to be unbearable, and I tried my hardest to not scream in agony, but it seemed quite difficult to do so. After a short while, the nurse returned with the painkiller injections, and she turned me onto my side so that she could stick the needle into my butt cheek. Thankfully, it did not hurt at all. Almost immediately I felt the medication dull the pain I felt on my lower back and my lower abdomen. With this relief, I soon fell asleep.I was awoken by a team of doctors who were all surrounding my bed. One of them held a clip board with a bunch of papers stacked onto it and the rest of them were preparing some tools, I would assume to use on me.One of them approached me and stuck a thermometer under my arm.“Keep that in there tightly, okay?” The woman said kindly.I nodded in acknowledgement and did as I was told.“Okay, are you getting any pain right now?” One of the doctors asked.I nodded again.

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got a notification on Facebook that I had received a new friend request. I immediately clicked on the notification to check out the person’s profile. It was not odd for me to get friend requests on Facebook out of the blue these days. After announcing my fake pregnancy to Callum, he had been working double time to make sure that I get everything that I wanted and needed just so we would be able to avoid a replay of what happened the first time I got pregnant. This included leaving the job I had, working as Callum’s secretary, and taking my time with school. Where I would usually do a full load every semester, now I do only about three courses per semester. Yes, that means it will take longer for me to graduate but at least I barely have assignments now and I have more time to sleep. My days have been stress free and I am more than grateful for that blessing.I was not even scared or paranoid about leaving Callum to

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I spent the entire night doing research on performing a cesarean section. Since I got home, I have been studying the medical notes made by other people so that I, myself, would be able to perform this procedure with much success. I would like to think that I could handle this on my own because I am a pre-medical student. This could serve as a test to my future surgical tendencies as a neurosurgeon and I could not have been any more excited. Of course, in the future, I could only hope that my patient would be alive after the operation because my intent now, is that she dies and remains dead. I wanted to order some sort of anesthesia while I prepared myself for the surgery because I felt like I could at least be a little humane and numb the pain for the woman, but I do not think it would get here in time because I have limited time.While I stayed awake last night, studying the instructions to perform a cesarean section on a human