Warning. This story may contain material not for readers under the age of 14. If you chose to read this, it is your own fault, and if you don't want to read it, then don't. I want no complaining because my next chapter may be up shortly. _______________________ Chapter 1: I'm Her Host Her heart beat was in tune with mine, her movement went along with mine, and she was hungry, like I was. Pregnancy is a bitch, but i love it. I love the feelings of taking care of a baby. Everything was perfect and everything, was wrong. my hands wrapped around the bulge on my torso. It was small, but I knew she was there. The wind blew towards my face, pushing my dark hair out of my tan dark face. A puddle of water laid at my feet. It rained and continued to rain. The drops grazed against my face. I bent over slightly looking at my reflection. My eyes glistened with the ghost of my past. Blue...very blue. It was beautiful, and rare on my type of heritage. My body was Puerto Rican, and my eyes were blue. I was so beautiful, and I was jealous of the next slut he chose. Knocked me up and got my pregnant, the stupid bastard. My shirt and shorts were soaking wet. I was shivering and frowning. I looked down the street, at the club he picked me up at. I was waiting for him to come out, to yell at him, to cry to him to take me back. The bright flash of his white teeth caught my attention. They were mesmerizing, along with the deep beautiful velvet voice. Maybe I was jealous of him, and his beauty. Maybe that's why I went with the one night stand. I lifted myself off the rain soaked bench, and moved my sore body over to his. He was pretty good that night, but my body still couldn't take the soreness. His light brown eyes flashed at me. They were more beautiful than my blue eyes. They had an iron color to them, brightening them up. His smile disappeared, and a look of horror appeared on his face. His body moved, as if a reaction to my stare triggered him to come towards me. His brown hair shagged down his face, and the back of his neck. His tan skin was flawless. His hands pulled up as in defeat. "Why are you looking for me?" he asked. I could have dropped to my knees and begged him to take me back. I could yell at him for the pregnancy, or I could just walk away. I did the inevitable. "I'm pregnant," I blurted out. His face lit up, hie eyes grew wide and his mouth flew open. He turned his face and punched the cement wall, to my surprise it broke. "This isn't happening," he said. His soft voice was a gruff, and he seemed in pain. His hand reached up to his forehead, and I could hear a stifled yell. "What is wrong with you!?" he screamed. He turned around, and pushed me against the wall. "What makes you so different from all the other girls?" he yelled in my face, closing the gap between us. He balled his fist around the collar of my shirt. I was in tears, and my face was purely wet. I cried out a few times, but didn't feel the guilt. I closed my eyes, thinking he was going to hit me, by the way that he looked, but I was wrong. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. If felt like a whole minute had went by, but when i opened my eyes, he was gone. My back laid against the alleyway wall, next to the club. My heart was thumping. I took a deep breath and turned around, to see that I was alone in the black darkness. Maybe he felt bad for me, or maybe e didn't want to hurt me. I just hoped that I wasn't in any trouble. I ran all the way back home in tears. Of course I wasn't in any trouble. Why would I be? Maybe in his eyes, I might be in trouble, or I am trouble... But why didn't he hurt me before taking off? I felt scared and I felt worried. My house came upon my view. I was almost there. Almost free! I ran up to the steps of my parent's two story old house. I pulled out my keys, jingling through them for the key to the lock. I found the right one, and then, I felt a cold hand, grabbing the back of my neck. "Scream and you die," a wry hiss approached in my ear. A quick gasp escaped from my lungs. "What do you want?" I whispered. I felt the cold breath breathe down my neck. "You," he chuckled. He pulled on my body, pushing his against mine. He put his face against my neck and took a deep breath. I was going to start crying again, but i didn't. I held strong. "You're going to go up to your room. Don't talk to anyone unless they suspect something. Lie if you have to, and go to your room," he instructed. "And what makes you think that I'll do all that stuff?" my voice crackled under his chin, as his face was against mine now, as if I were his property. He shoved me off and almost into the door. A low coughing laugh rumbled behind me. "If you don't, you're parents are going to find themselves in an awkward position," he threatened. My throat suddenly felt tight. His hand was gone from my neck, and my heart stopped. I blinked, and when i turned my head, the strange man was gone. I blinked again, hoping that it was only my mind playing tricks. I opened the door, shaking. My hands were trembling and I was breathing hard. "Natasha?" my father called. I tried to keep myself up and walked in the living room. It was pretty old, but it felt like home. "Yes?" I asked, moving around nervously. "Your dinner's in the microwave if your hungry," he said. I nodded and went over to check, just for show. I was hungry, and so was my baby. I was pretty sure that my mine was only playing games with me just a minutes ago. I heated up the chicken my mother made. she was at work tonight probably though. It was a good thing for me. She was safe. I heard a creak from above my head, exactly where my room was. I wasn't sure if my gather heard. He didn't seem to notice once I looked over at him. "Nat?" he called out my nickname. After I finished, i put the plate in the sink, and walked in the living room, seeing him put on his jacket and hat. "I'm heading to Joe's. They're playing poker and Rook tonight. You okay to be here by yourself tonight?" he asked. NO! NO! Please stay! There's someone going to hurt me tonight! Or worse! "Sure dad... I'll be okay," I cracked out. I was stupid for not asking to go with him, but with that stalker probably in my room somehow, I couldn't take the chance. He nodded at me and tipped his hat as he walked out the door. I heard the car door open and shut, then leave the driveway. My breathing was calmer now that he was out of the house. My heart was beating calmer now. The same cold hand on the back of my neck, grabbed my arm and threw me on the couch. Strength was very essential to boys, but to pick me up and throw me!? Before I could jump up, he was on me, pinning my arms to the sides and sitting on my legs. I then saw his face. He was average, but pale. He looked similar to the guy I was with a few weeks ago. Nathaniel. The guy that got me pregnant. His eyes were the same color brown and his hair was the same iron color shaggy style, but they were no twins. This one looked more joking and aggressive. "Oh well... I tried to getting you alone, but I guess I didn't need to, with the non-libre away," he hissed. My shirt good stretchy tank was then ripped off, along with the still soaking wet shorts. I withered on the couch and screamed trying to push him off. I didn't know whether I was screaming in panic or defeat, but i wanted him off. He then somehow used his hand to pull off my last remaining clothing. "Get off me!" I cried out. I felt the cold body pin me down, and something cold slip into my body. My eyes felt different now. The change was different when he was in me. I stopped fussing because my body was limp. I felt every violent tug, and cried in torture.
