molly-cain:

Molly shook her head frantically, still trying to push him off of her. Her eyes were welling up but she refused to cry in front of him, because that would only be something else for him to feed off of. “I’m not yours. This baby might be, but it’ll be gone in a week. I want nothing to do with you. I want you gone. I’d like you dead. You’re only there to torment me and torture me, and you are done with me because I say so.”

“You’re going to get rid of this baby, but you’re not getting rid of me. It’s not that fucking simple.”

“If you want me dead so bad, why are you here? You packing a gun on your somewhere, red? I think you said something you shouldn’t have, and I think that was a very, very bad idea.”