Claiming My Baby Mama
she muttered the last part lowly but heard every bit of it.
"Please, just stop!" I cried out.
I began to feel abandoned, rejected, depressed, name any negative feeling, I'm sure it is surging through me right now.
Aunt Isabelle giggled and walked out of the room, shutting the door and locking it.
"I hate my existence!" I cried.
ELODIE
"My baby," I cried nonstop.