73. The Gun!

Charlotte’s POV

I whispered, “I don’t take it anymore, why?”

He reached over and gently touched my thighs and said, "Because I want you to bear my child."

I can't believe he said that; he wants to get me pregnant at the worst possible time, and that would throw everything off. I will not let him hurt me, and no one will deter me from finding the truth.

"Uh, you know, I'm not ready yet," I said as I stood up and laughed nervously.

He got up from the bed, and stared at me from the dark, and he turned on the lamp, and put me on his lap. He asked, “Why?”

I answered, “I have told you already, I’m not ready to have a baby.”

“Yeah, you’ll be twenty next week…you are too young.” he said, kissing my cheek. “You are still a baby.”

“And you will always be my baby,” he whispered, and kissed my neck down to my chest, and I stopped him. “No, no sex for today. I’m tired.”

He bit his bottom lip, looked at my lips, kissed them, and then said, "I'm going to take a cold shower. The closer I get