Nicole POV:

Squealing in pain, tears ran down my cheeks.
She then pushed me down, and I luckily landed on my back, cradling my baby.
"You WHORE!" I screamed, clinching in pain.
The girl laughed.
Suddenly, rage filled me.
I stood up, clutching my stomach, laughing, mockingly.
"You think that's funny, huh, bitch?" I asked her.
She pulled out a knife.
"Go ahead, pull out your weapons. Cut me. Kill me." I said, motioning to her knife.
Her grin faded.
I smiled and sat down.
"You're not a real woman. You're a girl. And you'll forever be a girl. You could be, though. You can be a woman, I know there's someone sane in you." I said, trying to smile.
She looked at me.
"I've never been sane. You don't get a choice." she laughed.
"You can get therapy. Come on. You're a beautiful young lady... There's absolutely hope for you." I said, standing up and grabbing her arm.
She tensed up but she stayed in her place.
Luke watched, anxiously, across the room and I tore off a piece of my shirt to stop my arm from bleeding.
She was silent and she lowered her knife.
"Marilyn," I whispered, and she cringed at her name.
"There's still hope for you. Get help... Please. Be yourself. Stop pretending to be tough. Be a woman. Be happy." I learned into her ear.
She stood still, listening, taking it all in.
"Please," I begged.
"You'd make an amazing addition to our family." I grabbed her hand.
She looked down at my hand on hers.
She shoved it away and pushed me backwards.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A PART OF YOUR FAMILY! I WANT MINE!" she screamed at me, her eyes watering.
"You can start over." I said.
She looked at me.
"I don't want to start over." she said through clenched teeth.
"Just be who you are, Ma-" I said.
She laughed.
"THIS IS WHO I AM, NICOLE!" she giggled l-like a.......

Psychopath.

"I AM A MURDERER, A COLD BLOODED KILLER! I HURT PEOPLE AND THE PEOPLE THEY LOVE! I'VE NEVER BEEN SANE! I'M CRAZY AND I LOVE IT!" she yelled, laughing.
"Nicole. Please... No..." I said.
She grabbed the knife again and walked over to me.
"Please! NO! MARILYN!" I screamed, my cheeks growing wet again.
"MARILYN! I'M SORRY!" I yelled as her sidekicks went and pulled me backwards onto the floor.
She smiled and made them stop.
"Oh, you'll be sorry. You'll be sorry alright." she smiled.
I looked up to her.
"What... What are you d-doing?!" I asked, panicking.
"You'll be sorry when you hear what happens to your brother."
I let out a pierced cry and shot forward, clawing the men.
I screamed and squealed with all my might, and I kicked and bit and fought as hard as I could.
"NOOOOO! EVAN! NO!!!" I screamed.
This wasn't happening...
I couldn't lose my brother...
He's all I had left.
I promised mama I wouldn't hurt him or let him be hurt.
I couldn't die... Mama told me she didn't want me to watch from the sidelines.
My heart bursted at that moment and I attempted to shoot forward once more.
"IF YOU HURT HIM I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYONE YOU LOVE!" I screamed at her.
I was having an anxiety attack.
She then looked down at me and a grin plastered across her face.
She walked over and pushed my head up, making me look at her.
That moment, when I looked into Marilyn's eyes, I knew she understood I was hurt.
But something made me realize that Marilyn had been hurt far worse than I, or most likely anyone else, had been.
Then then smiled.
"He wouldn't care."
She stood back up and took out a walkie talkie from her pocket.
"Boys?" she spoke.
"Yes, ma'am?" Many male voices asked.
"You have captured Evan, am I correct?"
Luke and I looked at each other, his eyes widening and mine crying.
I then looked at Marilyn in pain, hoping she'd stop this...
But Marilyn never knew when to stop.
"Yes ma'am." A man said.
"Good," I shook my head, my tears overflowing my eyes, feeling the worst pain I've ever felt. I can't save him. I'm such a horrible sister.
This is all my fault.
I screamed and my voice cracked.
I could feel my eyes getting irritated and my nose bleeding. My shoulder ached. My foot hurts from where I fell.
But mostly, my heart hurt, and I don't know how I'd heal it, to ever make it work again.
"PLEASE MARILYN! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" I screamed.
She laughed.
"Watching your reaction as he dies is enough."
I screamed and Luke did, too.
"PLEASE!!!" he yelled and I squealed, wishing this was fake, like some kind of act.
I wished the gun she was holding was just a prop, and I wished that she was in a costume.
I wished she would say she was kidding and come over and hug me, because no matter how much I hated Marilyn, I loved her, too.
How? I didn't know.
But I mostly hated her.
"I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!" I yelled at her.
She smiled and tilted my head back again.
She then leaned into my ear.
"I AM in hell. And I'm the devil, sweetie. I run this freak show. I'll be the last thing you and your brother sees. I am hell. I've already been there. And you have no clue what it's like from this... You're inexperienced. But once you see hell," she laughed.
"You'll never want to wish that on someone again. Not even me."
She stood back up again and grabbed her walkie talkie.
"Please!" I whispered, grabbing her leg.
She shook my hand away.
"Kill him."
Being one house away, she knew I could hear him.
And she knew nobody else could, since the only people within hearing distance would soon be tooken by Marilyn's men.
A loud gunshot noise echoed through our house and I started crying and kicking.
"HE'S GONE!!!" I screamed, collapsing onto my knees.
"HE WAS ALL I HAD LEFT!" I cried, wishing he was here.
From across the room, I saw Marilyn smiling.