You're Cute When You Scream

I was more than familiar with the feelings experienced both during and after a rape. Syn had made sure that I was no stranger to the feeling. There was your usual sadness, shock that it happened, regret, and misery. But something felt different this time.

A sharp pain crawled back and forth across my stomach, occasionally stopping and feeling as though a knife was coming through my stomach from the inside. At first, I thought maybe Shadows had done something to harm the baby, but I couldn’t quite see how…I made sure that at the very least I did everything I could to protect the baby.

So, provided that he didn’t kill the poor little thing with his excessive muscles and burning hatred, then that only left one other explanation…this baby is coming early! Tears began to line my eyelids upon realizing that once again Shadows was the only one who’d be able to be of any help at all.

I clutched my stomach with one hand and clung to wall for support with the other. The pain was getting worse now, which made it increasingly difficult to walk. Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, I banged frantically on his door, hating myself even more with every knock. He opened the door slowly, with a confused expression on his face.

“Come back for more?” he smirked.

“No you dumbass…I…I think I’m going into labor,” I breathed out.

His eyes widened and his previous demeanor seemed to have been completely overtaken by, dare I say it, concern. “Alright, go find Rev and have him help you downstairs. I’ll give Syn a call and let him know what’s going on,” he ordered, running back into his room.

I rolled my eyes as I hobbled back down the hall and knocked on the Rev’s room. “Were you too much for Shads to handle? Did he decide to let me have a go at it or something?” he answered.

“If I hear someone say one more sexual thing to me, I will kill them. Now take me to the mother fucking car!” I growled, reaching forward and tightly gripping the material of his shirt with my free hand.

Thankfully, he managed to put two and two together faster than Shadows as he carried me bridal style down the stairs and out to one of the cars. “Will you name it after me if it’s a boy?” he asked as he positioned me as comfortably as possible in the back seat.

He wore the same crooked grin he used to back in high school after he told some random story about his adventures living in the Laundromat for a couple months. My emotions flared as a sudden sadness washed over me.

Wait, what am I thinking? Who cares about what he was like before…they’ve all proved that the people I loved were long gone, and I wasn’t going to fall for his mind games again.

“Only on the coldest day in hell,” I muttered, not looking at him for fear that my eyes would betray me.

“Eh,” he shrugged, “figured it was worth a shot to ask.”

“I got it from here, dude,” Shadows said, sliding into the front seat and starting the engine.

*Synyster’s POV*

“What are you doing, man? I did what you told me to do!” Ronnie whispered harshly, at least having enough smarts to realize not to attract the attention of the policemen crowding Myra’s apartment down the hall.

I shrugged, “I don’t think it really matters anymore, Ronnie. Actually, in all honesty, it wouldn’t have mattered what you had done, I brought you along to kill you.”

“Y-you can’t. I have a baby on the way,” he pleaded.

“That’s not a problem. Even though it’ll be a bastard child, I’m sure I can learn to care for it as if it were my own. Then of course, there’s Myra, who was never yours from the start.”

“So it’s about Myra? Look, Syn, I’ll fucking back off, okay? This doesn’t have to end like this.”

“Oh, but it does, Ronnie. Your debt with our gang has long since been paid off and there really is no reason to keep you around, especially since we’ll have another mouth to feed now.”

Ronnie stood stiffly, maintaining his glare. He was about to say something, but my cell phone interrupted him. Shadows was calling. “What is it? I’m a little busy,” I growled into the phone.

“Sorry man but it’s fucking urgent. Myra’s going into labor.”

“But it hasn’t been nine months yet!”

“I know, I was just as surprised but she couldn’t be faking it. You guys need to get back here like now.”

I knew that Ronnie heard every word of the conversation, which was going to make it even sweeter once I blew his brains out. “I’ll leave in just a minute, I have one last thing to take care of.”

“Okay, I’m taking her to the hospital now. Meet us there.”

Ronnie’s glare had long since faltered since the phone call had ensued. If Myra is about to give birth to his kid, then he’d probably want to live if only to hold his baby just once. It’s really too bad…although I’ll gladly do the honors for him.

“Don’t worry, Ronnie, I’ll be sure her kid only thinks of me as its daddy,” I snickered, clicking the trigger in place and aiming it at his heart, which I’m sure was breaking into little pieces by now.

I didn’t allow him any chance to talk back. He was silenced with a single shot to the chest. His body quickly dropped to the ground and blood pooled around him.

I turned around and hopped in the elevator without looking back. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury of savoring my victory at this time. I had a birth to witness.

*Nikki’s POV*

The genuine care that Shadows and Rev seemed to be showing toward Myra honestly took me by surprise. When the Rev returned to the room, I couldn’t help but make some inquiries, especially since his whole diabolical speech about having some dirt on everyone in the house offered me some inspiration to do some research of my own.

“So,” I said casually, “now that you know something about everyone here, which I helped you with by the way, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

He shot me a strange look before lounging on the bed. “Please don’t tell me you’re…jealous?”

“I’m sorry, but why would I be jealous of you?”

“Not of me,” he grinned, “of Myra.”

I wasn’t really sure where he was taking this. “All of us are in the same shit hole situation. There’s no one to envy here.”

“You want to know something about me…about all five of us guys?”

“Didn’t I just ask that like two minutes ago?”

“Myra and us go way back, close to six years now. Well, it’s been longer than that between her and me because we used to be neighbors. Back in high school we killed all our girlfriends, except Myra. Her family moved to Utah. But then she came back to California with her new friends, making it all too easy for us to take her. We’ve been dead set on torturing her since then. And you wanna know what the best part is? Syn plans on killing her and the baby just shortly after the birth,” he sneered.

All this time, I’d been holding onto one of his knives that I’d stolen from the nightstand while he helped Myra get downstairs. I’d been holding onto it so tightly that I’d cut myself in the process. I couldn’t take what he was saying anymore. He’s clearly deranged if he thinks we’re going to stick around long enough for Syn to get his hands anywhere near Myra and the baby.

Without a single word, I leaped onto the bed and jabbed the blade into his first two fingers, making a seriously deep incision. He cried out in unexpected agony, which felt like music to my ears.

It wasn’t until after I backed away that I noticed that his pointer finger had been nearly severed clean off, the finger just hanging on by a few bloody strands of muscle and fragmented bone. And damn did it feel good.

*Normal POV*

I clutched the rails alongside the bed as the contractions occurred more often. I couldn’t say that I wasn’t surprised to find a different doctor accompanying me for the pregnancy. The last thing I would want is for that bastard Doctor Manor to do it.

While the doctor was getting ready to begin, Synyster bursted in through the door, falling into one of the plastic chairs near the bed. I couldn’t help but notice that Ronnie wasn’t with him.

“Where’s Ronnie?” I asked.

Synyster stared me directly in the eyes as his lips curled into a thin, discrete smile. “He’s dead. Quite tragic, really. There were cops surrounding your apartment complex. I told him he should run ahead of me and get the car, but he just wouldn’t listen. He didn’t even get to know that you were about to have his baby.”

“Oh God,” I cried, feeling the tears creep down my cheeks.

The doctor returned wearing a set of gloves and rolling in a tray. She propped my legs up so that she could have enough access, while keeping a paper blanket draped over the area for decency. “Alright, Myra, I need you to push as hard as you can,” the doctor instructed.

I did as I was told, pushing for Ronnie’s sake…for his baby. I groaned in pain, using as much muscle power as my body was willing to exert. “I can see its head!” the doctor exclaimed.

Just a few pushes more, and there was a baby girl, covered in fluids and blood from the womb, in her arms. The doctor grabbed some blankets off the tray and wrapped the baby before placing her in my arms. She had to be the cutest thing I’d ever seen. She didn’t even cry that much after I held her.

“Have any names in mind?” the doctor asked with a smile.

I thought for a couple seconds, feeling almost too guilty to name her without Ronnie. “Renée,” I replied, “Renée Marie Radke.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Syn interjected, “I’m sorry but that baby is not taking his last name. She’s living in my house and you’re my girlfriend therefore, it’s Haner.”

I was about to tell him that it was going to stay Radke but then my breath was stolen as the contractions returned. I screamed in pain, so confused as to what was happening and why it was hurting so damn much. The doctor was by my side in a second, looking just as puzzled.

“I…I’m not sure how this is possible, Myra, but it seems as though you’re having another baby.”

Once again, I clutched the rails, biting back screams as this second baby legitimately clawed its way out of the womb. It didn’t take me long to realize that in some freak way…both Ronnie and Syn impregnated me.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor declared, repeating the process and gently placing the boy in my other arm.

In contrast to Renée, this baby was crying its head of, screaming at the top of its lungs. “Branden Phillip Haner,” Syn named.

“Classy,” I muttered, rolling my eyes and trying to keep the baby comfortable so he would stop crying, but he just kept right on going.

It was already going to be difficult having one baby in this terrible environment, but now there’s two…I don’t know how the hell this is ever going to work out.

“Let me hold him, since you clearly can’t handle it,” Syn snapped. Gladly, I passed the boy over to him, and of course he shut up the minute he was in Syn’s arms, go figure.

*Katie’s POV*

Zacky had gotten a text message from Shadows saying that Myra just gave birth to two babies, a few weeks premature, and that they were all coming home now. Of course, there was no appropriate place for a baby to sleep, let alone two babies, so everyone was busy trying to build cribs and assemble toys.

“Hey, I think the kitchen is cleared out, why don’t you, me, Aliza, and Johnny go have some sort of double date?” I suggested, giving Zacky the puppy dogface.

“I guess this would be the best time to do it,” he laughed, taking my hand and leading me down to Johnny’s room. Of course they totally agreed with the idea.

Zacky and Johnny decided to have some sort of cooking competition to see who could make the best frozen pizza and salad. It was incredibly amusing to watch them scramble across the kitchen, frantically chopping vegetables, and setting the table. It was honestly hard to believe that we had been kidnapped…it felt like this was just a regular old fun night spent with friends.

Johnny’s oven buzzed first, and he gladly answered the call, pulling out a perfectly cooked pizza and placing it on the table. Zacky stared into the lower of the dual ovens with a heavy look of impatience. His timer should’ve gone off by now…but there was just silence.

Eventually, he got too fed up and opened the oven to be met with a face full of dark smoke exiting the oven. The pizza had been burnt to a crisp. “Damn you, Johnny,” he cursed dramatically as he munched on some salad.

We had all been laughing about something Johnny did, when Myra entered the kitchen with blood shot eyes and pale skin. I got up out of my chair and ran over to hug her. “Are you doing okay?” I asked.

She shrugged, “It’s been a long day. Do you mind if I join you guys?”

“Not at all,” Aliza replied, scooting over and making room for an extra chair.

*Normal POV*

Although I felt nowhere near comfortable enough to leave the babies alone with Syn and Shadows, I didn’t really have much of a choice. I needed a break…something to take my mind off the insanity that was today. I heard some chatter coming from the kitchen and found Aliza, Johnny, Zacky, and Katie having a rather successful double date from the looks of it. I felt a little bad intruding but I needed to be in this kind of environment right now.

I ended up sitting down next to Aliza, feeling my heart tug at the thought of Ronnie being dead and her not even knowing. I couldn’t bear to tell her just yet.

“I hope you don’t mind being a third wheel,” Johnny teased.

I laughed despite myself, “Actually, this is probably the best time to be that because I’d rather be the odd one out here than have Syn sitting next to me to make it even.”

Katie handed me a plate with two slices of pizza and a heap of salad. Just as I was making my way through the first slice, Syn shouted out my name. I groaned as I pushed the chair back and headed up the stairs.

He was standing in the nursery waiting for me. “They won’t stop crying,” he growled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood there with a blank expression. “And what exactly do you expect me to do about it?”

He took a few broad strides forward until he had me up against the wall, both hands on the opposite sides of my face leaning on the wall for support.

“I suggest you figure something out, or else this night is going to get so much worse for you,” he whispered menacingly in my ear.