Malarie's POV

"Last but certainly not least, to share their poem. Is Miss Malarie Dawson." My wonderful English teacher, Ms. Martin called me up.

We were sharing poems with the class today. I absolutely hate talking in big crowds- just public speaking at that. But for a grade, I have do what I have to do. I hesitantly stood up, my legs all shaky and weak. Pushing my glasses more on my face, I walk to the front of the class.

"Pregnant slut." Lexie March, fake coughed as she laughed along with her minions. I chose to ignore her remark, and try to read.

But does Malarie get what she wants? No I do not. She just kept whispering little remarks to her slutty friends. Which only caused me to shift on my feet more. I admit, I am showing a bit more now. And lots of people look at me differently. Some look at me surprised, because I never talk in class. Then boom I'm here walking the halls pregnant.

I am one of those students, who just does her work in the back of the class. I would have stayed that way, if it wasn't for my best friend Cierra. She literally told her fake cheer sisters, that she was going to be an auntie. Of course they asked who her sister was. She had said it was me, then everyone started talking. A lot of mess talking at that.

It's so bad, I can't even walk the halls without hearing my name. Or how I don't know who my child's father is. If they only knew who my baby's dad was. They wouldn't be talking so much smack about me. Jason can literally take this whole school out. And he will. If I told him what I've been going through, these past couple of weeks. But I won't.

"Malarie, whenever you're ready, you may begin." Ms. Martin, gave me a warm smile. She's my buddy during lunch, and nutrition time... now.

I cleared my throat, holding my paper up to my face. Trying to shield the intense stares on me. And my little bump, poking out my dress.

"Um, my poem is called 'More Than You'll Ever Know." I inhaled a shaky breath, blowing it back out.

"More than you'll ever know, I do love you. More than you'll ever know, I do need you. I WANT you... More than you'll ever know. I never WANTED anyone but you. I need you more than you'll ever know. I just want you BACK and I MISS you. All I want is you. More than you'll ever know. The first time I saw you. The first time I met you, I loved you more than you'll ever know. All I ever wanted was you. NOBODY but you. More than you'll ever know, I do love you. More than you'll ever know. I do NEED you. FOREVER and ever. MORE than YOU'LL ever know."

I pulled the paper away from my face, indicating that I was finished reading my poem. My teacher had tears in her eyes, as she looked at me in such astonishment. I couldn't help, but tear my gaze from her. That when a round of claps were sounded all throughout the classroom. In pure shock, I looked up seeing my fellow classmates clapping.

"Extraordinary job Malarie. I am very proud of you. I know you had quite the difficulty writing it. But you nailed it girl." She rubbed my shoulder, before I walked back to my seat.

Damn it Ms. Martin, you know you know hate being put in the spot.

It's true what she said. I did have quite some difficulty writing it. It's about my dad and Jason, put in one poem. Of course you can tell which parts are about my daddy, and others are about Jason. Most of the top half of my poem consist of my missing for my father. The bottom portion is dedicated to my love for Jason. I just want the two men in my life, to t least like one another. For their own sake.

I refuse to go to a funeral, where both the men I love, clawed each other's eyeballs out.

English class went on fairly well. So did the rest of my classes. Lunch was the absolute same. Me hanging out with my favorite home girl, aka my English teacher, Ms. Martin. I've been spending most of my time in here, for the past week now. It's actually pretty cool. She talks a lot about the world, and how traveling is exciting. I want to travel now. All her stories, have made me quite eager.

Cierra and I haven't been talking for that long as well. She called me an ungrateful bitch that deserved to have my baby killed. All because, I didn't want her to tell her fake cheer friends, about me being pregnant. I mean they would had saw my belly sooner or later. But the fact she went behind my back, after I told her not to, made me mad at her. I called her a big mouth. While she called me a bitch, and other mean names. Did I mention, Lexie March is her friend now? Well she is.

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I sit in ceramics class alone, making a mug for my mom. She's been asking me to make her something, ever since I sighed up for the class. Giving my full attention to the still semi wet cup in my hands, I am aggressively bumped. Causing me to not only, squish my mom's mug. But bump my still growing belly.

"Hey." I turn around, trying to see who so rudely bumped me. Well more like pushed.

"Oops I'm sorry, did I mess up your little cup!" Lexie faked a pout. "Yes, yes you did. And you made me hit my stomach. Please be careful." I scoffed turning back to my ruined mug.

Trying to put the clay back in place, I am bumped again. Not once, but twice. I refuse for my baby to have brain damage, all because a stupid slut. I got up, and turned around to stand face to face with Lexie.

"If you ever put your hands on me again, I will punch you dead in your mouth." I spoke sternly, glaring right it to her ugly brown eyes.

Although I love brown eyes, because Jason's are. Well his are actually light brown, like a honey color. Snap out of it Malarie.

"Bitch you're not going to do nothing, I'll fucking beat you up again." She got up in my face. Causing everyone in the classroom to look at our little scene.

Where the hell is Mrs. Gonzalez?

"You may have beat me up before, but I will not let you hurt my baby." I start to breath heavy, due to her stupid face. I swear Jason is rubbing off on me, more and more every day.

"Fuck you!" She shoved me into the table, making scratch the back of my leg. "What the fuck Lexie, she's pregnant!" A boy named Aubrey yelled.

"I don't care. Fuck you and your retarded baby! Die you little fetus, your moms a whore." And my anger just spiked.

Not thinking clear at all, I swung my arm back, hitting her dead in her mouth. I kept doing it, as the tears flowed out of my eyes. Lexie being a low bitch, fought me back. A couple of boys had to pull us of one another.

"My tooth!! My tooth is missing. You dirty little skank!" Lexie yelled, holing her bloody mouth.

As I cry in pure hysterics, and anger. Our teacher Mrs. Gonzalez, runs in smelling like cigarette smoke. You're late lady! She tries to ask me what's wrong, but I move away from her.

"If my baby dies Lexie... I will have you arrested for murder! You and your fake ass nose." My voice cracks as I grab my things, running out of the classroom.

I can't believe she was fighting me. A pregnant girl. I was well aware of her landing some punches in my tummy. I'm just so nervous, about the baby's life. I was just defending myself. I've been raised not to let others walk all over me. Or put their hands on me. And Lexie did, so I did what I had to do.

I signed myself out of school early, needed to be alone. It's not like I'm missing a lot of instructional time. We had about ten minutes left. I don't have sixth period, so I was going to go home anyway. Well Jason is supposed be picking me up. I have an ultrasound today.

I hold my head down low, walking and crying my eyes out. I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to the baby. Jason would literally go crazy, and probably kill me. I drag my legs along the side walk, not really caring if I mess up my low top converse. A honk of a car, snaps me out my emotional feelings. I look up to see not only Jason, but Alex too.

Quickly wiping my eyes of any sign of tears, I slowly walk over to the black Audi. I could see his frown become more evident as I walk to the car. I go to open the back door, but Jason gets out of the driver's side. Walking over to me.

Shoot! Eyes turn back normal. Nose please don't be red.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Who did it?" He grasped my face, looking vehemently at me.

"N-nothing, I'm just having one of my hormonal days." I waved him off, side stepping him. Jason wasn't having it, he pulled me back firmly.

"Let's try telling me the truth, huh? What happened today? Why are you crying?" He moved my hair over my right shoulder, making a low growling sound. "I swear you better tell me now, because these scratches were not here early." I gulped.

"I got in a fight with Lexie March today, b-because she called me a whore... and said our baby deserved to d-die." I stuttered, as tears poured out my eyes.

"Come here." He embraced me in one of his warm hugs. Running my back, ever so lightly. "I'm going to kill her." He pulled away from me, trying to walk back to my school.

"No Jase please, don't do it. Please baby." I held on to his arm, as he kept walking. My feet were sliding on the ground. "Jason please, just take me to my appointment. I have to see if the baby is okay, she hit me in my stomach."

He stopped abruptly, turning around quickly. I would have thought he gotten whip flash, if it wasn't for his hard glare. "Do you forget to tell me that bit? Hm?" I nodded hesitantly.

"Malarie! That's our baby in there, are you fucking crazy? I'm going to slit her fucking throat." I tugged on my bottom lip shaking my head.

"Please Jason... I can't have you do that. I won't let you." Pulling us towards the car, I pushed him against the door.

"Why are you such a damn peace maker? Just let me do it really quick. You won't even have to see." His eyes pleaded with mine, as he held my face. I shook my head.

"No Jase. I hate her, but not enough to get her killed." He huffed out a breath, clenching his jaw.

"Damn Malarie, just let him fucking kill the bitch." Alex poked his head out the passenger side window.

"No Alex! So shut up!" He went to get out the car, but Jason smacked him upside his head. "You better stay your ass in the car." Jason's voice was angry and pissed.

"And you." He pointed his long finger in my face. "You will be homeschooled, or I'm killing that hoe slowly. Do you understand me?" Nervously licking my lips, I nodded.

"No, fucking use your words." He gripped my chin firmly. "I understand Jason." He smiled, kissing my lips tenderly. "Let's get to the doctor's office now." He motioned for Alex to get in the back, as I set in the front.

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Jason and I set in the examination room, talking while waiting for Dr. Allen to come in. There was a knock on the door, followed by my mom poking her head in. I'm so excited she's here.

"Mommy you made it. Come in, come in." She gave me a weak smile, which only made me frown.

"Uh Malarie... I um, brought daddy along with me." My mouth fell open, as did Jason's.

"Mom do you not see Jason in here with me?" I gestured to my boyfriend- whose jaw was clenched extra tightly.

"I do... but he wanted to come along with me. I tried keeping him home, but he said he's your father. Honey just let him come in. He promised not to do anything." She pleaded, still with her head inside the door.

I glanced at a forward looking Jason. He was silent- silence is not good, coming from him. "Jase?" A frown line making its way on his face.

"Go ahead." He moved his seat closer to me, as my mom went back out to retrieve my dad. "Thank you babe." I leaned over to peck his cheek. He moved his face, so I would kiss his lips.

"You're welcome." He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. A throat clearing pulled us apart. My mom and dad walked inside, taking their seats.

My daddy being on the father side, as my mom sat in the middle of Jason and him. I know my heart rate was up, I could feel it beating out my chest.

"Hello, good afternoon Malarie... and Jason." My dad uttered, almost forced like. I weakly smiled.

"Hi dad, good afternoon." He nodded his head, looking intensely over at Jason. Who was being exceptionally calm.

"Good afternoon Mr. Banks sir, how are you? I hope well." Jason took off his shades, looking at my dad with a slight twice in his eye. "I'm doing alright Jason. I hope the same for you." Daddy's fist were balled up, but he kept his composure. Jason just nodded.

After ten minutes of awkward silence, and my mom trying to make small talk. Dr. Allen finally came in. Since she already checked inside of me- which Jason enjoyed watching. She was just coming back to do the ultrasound on the baby.

"Hey girly, let's see how your little baby is doing. Scoot back on the table will you." She placed her gloves on, as I shimmied my way back.

The spotlight was on me. My dad was looking right at my belly, so was Jason. Mama kept grinning from ear to ear. I could also tell my dad was looking over my body with his eyes.

Seriously dad, there's no bruises.

Alright let's get start- what happen here?" My parents and Jason, all snapped their heads to my calf.

"I got into a fight, and a girl pushed me into a table." I looked to my left where Jason and my parents were.

Jason looked pissed, and so did my dad. My mom just looked as if she would break out in tears any minute.

"You. Need. To. Be. Careful." Dr. Allen chewed on her gum, as she cleaned my leg. "No more fighting girl." She placed a band aid on me. I nodded.

"Now where was I know?" She smacked on her gum, looking at the computer screen. "Ah, right here. So you're thirteen weeks now. You gained three pounds, which you should be gaining a bit more. But you're small, so that's quite normal." I watched as she lifted you dress up.

Dad looked away, I guess so she can cover my underwear with the blanket. My perverted boyfriend had a small smirk on his lips. Oh gosh. Daddy please don't see him smirking.

"You're in your second trimester of course. Your baby is growing girly. The eyes are moving into position. As well as the ankles and wrists." She rolled the monitor on my belly, pointing out all the little details.

"The head is still disproportionately big, but that will all pass as the rest of the body is starting to catch up. Your little uterus has grown quite a lot too. See?" She pointed to the screen.

"Yeah I see. You see Jase?" I asked him, as he nodded. "It's filling her pelvis, so it can grow upward in her abdomen right?" I frowned as Jason spoke for the first time.

"You're exactly right, daddy to be." I smiled, as Jason did the same to himself.

"It probably feels like a soft smooth ball. Since you haven't gain too much weight. That's all due to your morning sickness, but that all will go away soon." She patted my arm.

"Yeah, I can't wait until it goes away. I hate throwing up all the time." I admitted, scrunching my face up.

"That's why young girls shouldn't be pregnant." I heard my dad mumble under his breath. I looked down, feeling ashamed of myself.

Jason grabbed my hand, interlocking it with his. He smiled at me, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my skin.

"Does anyone have any questions to ask me?" Dr. Allen looked at all four of us. "What should you suggest she does, when she starts to become constipated?" My mom asked, while I blushed. Jason was trying his hardest to hold back a laugh.

Only my mom would ask that, in front of my dad and boyfriend.

"Well Malarie you should try to exercise. Maybe with your boyfriend, I can tell you do." She pointed to her biceps, indicating Jason has nice muscles. He of course grinned widely. Cocky ass.

"Drinking plenty of fluids, not soda. But waters and juices. Also lots of fruits and vegetables." We all nodded in unison. "Anything else?"

"No, none for me. Um, you have any questions Jason?" He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it quickly. "Uh, no I don't." I looked him confusingly, but let it go.

"Well then, we're done for the day people. Be sure to schedule your next checkup. Be careful Malarie, no more fights and pushing. You all enjoy the rest of your day." She waved walking out the door.

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"So you're going back to their house today? When you should be home doing your homework. Do you want to succeed in life?" My dad scolded me, while pointing to the car Jason was waiting in with Alex.

"Dad you know I want to succeed in life. Why would you ever think I don't want to? I may be pregnant, but I'm doing what I have to do. I'm an adult now, I can make my own decisions daddy." He huffed, looking down at me with so disappointment.

"Hanging out with punk assholes, is what you call being a responsible adult? You're just a child, who let their childhood crush impregnate you. As well as kidnapping you, might I add unfortunately." I nodded.

"Oh William stop it. Malarie's going to have this baby, whether you like it or not. So get used to it. You might as well get used to her boyfriend- Jason, because he looks like he's not going anywhere either. Without our little girl, and their child at least." My mom seethed, kissing me on the cheek before stalking off to the car.

"Ugh, now I'm in the doghouse. I will see you whenever." He awkwardly patted my head. "I love you daddy, I'll always love you." He stop mid step, turning around to face me.

He gently pulled me by my head, planting a kiss on my hair. I also received lots of kisses on my forehead.

"I love you too, daddy's just angry that's all. My baby girl is pregnant at eighteen, by her kidnapper- now boyfriend." I nodded weakly.

"I'm sorry. I can't stop loving him if I wanted to. The thing is, I think I've always loved him." I was pulled in yet another hug. "I know." He kissed me once more.

He was so kind enough to walk me over to the awaiting Audi, parked ways away. After I was securely strapped into my seatbelt, he kissed me goodbye. Saying goodbye to me, and almost getting into yet another fight with Jason. This time Alex was here, so I didn't want them to jump my daddy. He's still my father.

"Come on babe, you can't stay mad at me forever. I just called him an asshole, for wanting to fight me." I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.

"Malarie, you're a bitch just like your father." I looked at Jason, seeing if he was going to check his brother.

"So you're going to let your ass of a brother talk about my dad? And me- your girlfriend?" I shoved his arm.

"Well your dad, is acting like one. And so are you babe." He gave me his lying, weak eyes. His stupid ego.

"Fuck you Alex! And forget you too Jason!" Slapping his arm, I turned facing the window.

I technically didn't curse at Jason, just Alex.

"My first and final warning, don't touch me like that again Malarie." A firm smack was placed against my butt. I also felt a squeeze or two. I smiled to myself, knowing he always does this. He always has to put up this bad ass facade.

I just want him to be himself, instead of trying to prove differently to people.

Once we got home, Jason carried me up to our room. As soon as the door closed, he dropped to his knees saying a round of sorry's. I pretended to be mad at him, that's when he started kissing my feet. Kind of weird, but I guess it's cute. I was afraid my feet were sweaty, but he assured me they weren't.

"Am I forgiven baby? I'm sorry okay, your dad is an asshole sometimes, but I wouldn't beat him up. He had touched me first baby. You even saw. But I wouldn't lay a finger on him."

Go get me chocolate chip cookies, and I'll love you forever." I grinned widely, pushing on his stomach with my foot.

"You promise?" He pouted cutely. I giggled nodding my head.

"I promise forever and ever. Now go get my cookies, you fake mean man." Jason smiled, giving me multiple pecks on my lips. A few tickles on my foot too.

"Get ready for bed, I'll get us cookies baby girl." Another round of kisses were planted in my lips, before he ran downstairs to get me cookies.

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Next Day

I woke up to yells and bunker shots going off. Rubbing my eyes, I get out of bed heading to the bathroom. After releasing my bladder, and brushing my teeth. I head downstairs to get some lunch, only to hear loud noises. The guys were yelling and shouting.

Knowing it could possibly be Jason, I quickly open up the training room. Yet only to be met with, Alex, Damian, Chris, Malcolm and Moe. Basically all the guys who don't like me except Chris and Moe.

"Oh sorry, I thought Jason was in here." I excused myself, but not before I saw them all exchange a look to one another.

Taking that as my queue, I left the room without another word. I walked down the hall, aware of footsteps behind. I do what any other nervous person would do. I busted out running up the stairs, Only to hear footsteps running behind me. I turned around to see Malcolm and Damian behind me running. I make it to me and Jason's room locking the door.

I run over to my phone, quickly dialing Jason's number. He doesn't answer, and I begin to panic. The banging and yelling was scaring the life out of me. I shook violently, covering my ears.

"Jason come and save me, please save me." I whispered, rocking myself back and forth. "Open up the fucking door bitch!" Damian yelled out as he slammed his hands against the door.

"NO! Leave me alone. I will call Jason!" I yelled back in failed confidence.

Where the hell is Jason? I know Cal and Jacob are on a date.

"What the fuck are y'all doing outside Jason's door?" Alex yells out. They all mumble something I can't even understand.

That's when I start trying to pry the windows in the room open. They wouldn't budge, my poor boyfriend has them bolted down. I couldn't hear anything for a minute, which is a bad sign. I leave Jason several messages and calls, but still no answer. I begin to cry once more, calling my dad this time.

That's when I hear the ominous sound of a lock, click open. Damian storms in the room, slapping me back against the bed. I go to scream but he covers my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I could see Malcolm hang up my phone. That's when panic surges through my entire body. I began to shake when Damian gets on top of me.

"G-get off me." I break away from his grasp, weakly pushing him away. But he doesn't budge. He just smacks me across my mouth harder than the last time. Blood feels my mouth.

"Nope. Now Malarie, we all are going to have some fun. You waltz around here, like you're the fucking Queen of the castle. We don't play that." I hear dark chuckles.

I see Chris walk in, and a sudden urge of relief washes over me. "Oh thank goodness. Oh my goodness, Chris help me... they're trying to rape me." He smiles, shaking his head.

At this moment, a feeling of betrayal washes over me. He was supposed to be my friend. On my side.

"Can you say gang bang, Malarie?" Chris taunts me as he pulls down his pants- they all do.

"No please... I'm pregnant. I have a baby growing inside of me." I plead, as they all walk towards me.

Where the hell is Alex and Moe?!

"We won't hurt your baby. We'll just go a bit harder than what you're used to, sexy." Damian pries my legs open, as I began to hit him.

They all laughed, as he snaps his fingers. That's when Chris and Malcolm hold me down. I almost instantly begin to scream... that made it worse. A pair Jason smelly socks were stuffed in my mouth.

My pants were ripped off my body, as was my underwear. Leaving me completely bare down below. Jason has only saw me naked. Now I'm being shown off like a like a dirty little slut. All three guys were making wolf whistles and vulgar terms towards me.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." I could feel his disgusting member placed at my entrance. Chris caressed my breast through my bra. While Malcolm kept slapping me in the face, with his member.

I hope someone comes home to save me, before it's too late. God please help me!

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- Chapter 51 is here babes! Don't be upset it's a cliffhanger. You know I will update later.

- Alexis -