I have to. Right?

To save him, it's the only way.

It's for the best.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I pack up my bag silently in our bedroom, glanceing at my husband, still asleep, a small smile on his face. It hurt me to leave him. It gave me pain to know how much it will hurt him. Like my chest is being cracked, then torn apart.

It was almost too much to bare.

But I must.

I opened the note to remind myself again what would happen if I stayed. I skipped the polite normal sounding stuff and skipped right down to the point.

I know about your pregnancy, John doesn't. If you stay with hin, have no doubt I will kill your only child, and destroy your reputation with your husband.

Clipped in with a safety clip was the photos of the baby, still alive and growing in my belly. They were an exact replica of the photos I got yesterday while at the doctors.

I haven't told anyone about this. Yet I knew the woman behind this meant business.

We used to be friends, till he grew bored of her fanatics and turned to me. She was always a wild card and exhausting, but she had the power, reputation, and money to make others bend at her will.

More tears rolled flowed as I grabbed some money from the safe, enough to get me started somewhere else.

I can't do this. I can't leave him. He was my world, my reason for life!

Until the baby came along.

Maybe it's just any mother's instinct, but I never thought I could possibly love someone more then John. But even though I haven't even met the baby yet, it was my top priority and I would do anything for it.

It's for the best.

I ran out the from door with my suitcase dragging behind me. The only thing I had in my mind was to get as far away as I could, while trying not to collapse in grief.

I made it to the outskirts of town when a bunch of sleek black SUVs pulled up, in front of me and behind me.

I was trapped.

A woman with impressivly high heels and a tight dress flowed gracefully put of the SUV in front of me. I took a step back in fear as other men and women with guns stepped out.

"I did what you asked," I said to her, my voice shaking in fear. "You have no reason to hurt me or him."

The woman smirked at me. "I said I wouldn't kill, not like I wouldn't t hurt."

She flicked her hand. I heard a gunshot and a sharp, unbearable gain in my knee. I dropped to the floor, screaming in pain. My forehead pressed against the concrete of the sidewalk and a small pool of blood begins to grow around my knee.

"What did I do to you?!" I sob.

She glared at me. I never knew so much rage and vengeance could be in ones eyes, but that was all that was in here.

"You stole my only love. We were friends, Miranda, friends! And you took him from me. And for that..." she raised a crowbar above her head. "You and your child, will pay with your screams." she smiled. "It's for the best honey."

Then the crowbar collided with my head.