Olivia took a cautious step down the first step, one hand on the bannister, the other resting on her bump.

“Liv love come quick you’re gonna miss it!” Her mother called from the living room.

The young woman descended the stairs and trudged into the small room which was now crammed with people. Family, neighbours, everyone who wanted to see the coronation for themselves.

The Parker’s were one of only two houses on the road to have a television and Mrs. Parker made sure everyone knew it. So now they were here taking up space, suffocating the room.

Olivia made her way over to the packed sofa. It was full with her two grandmothers and teenage cousin who just rolled his eyes when he saw her approach.

She begrudgingly stood beside the sofa one hand gripping the arm of the chair to steady herself.

The Queen’s coronation began as the room waited in quiet anticipation.

A pain builds up in Olivia’s lower abdomen she grips her stomach in agony as she grunts, teeth clenched.

“Will you shut it!” Her cousin tells her with a dirty look.

“I think it’s coming!” She bends over in agony.

“No it ain’t” Mrs. Parker says in frustration “now shut your mouth we’re trying to watch.”

As The Queen walks down the aisle, Olivia feels her waters break. Fluid gushes from her body.

“Eww Liv wet herself!” Her cousin exclaims sitting back in his chair.

Mrs. Parker turns to look at her daughter, fury in her eyes.

“Oh, it’s just like you to be so selfish. You knew very well this day was important for me and you’ve gone and ruined it. Couldn’t keep your legs shut could you?”

Olivia blocked out her words she begins breathing heavily. Her heart pulsates as her vision begins blurring.

Now everyone is having a go at her, telling her how selfish she is, how she’s ruined a once in a lifetime event. The image of The Queen is ignored by the family yelling insults, but making no effort to aid Olivia through her labour.

“I need a midwife!” She exclaims to what may as well be a brick wall.

“You’re not going to ruin this for me!” Mrs. Parker growls.

The room begins to swirl around her. Her nails digging into the sofa exposing its innards as her stomach begins to feel like it’s tearing itself apart.

Because it is.

Tiny claws push through her flesh before protruding from the fabric of her dress causing the room to fall into silent disbelief.

The creature tears itself out from Olivia’s womb with her screams serving as its intro music.

It leaps from her body dragging blood out behind it as it heads straight for Mrs. Parker. It digs its claws into her throat before tearing her apart in a matter of seconds.

People try fleeing the room, but the creature is too fast. In moments the room is painted with blood and gore.

The room is silent now as the creature climbs over the corpse of the cousin before an out of it Olivia scoops it up into her arms.

The creature cuddles into its mother as she rocks it. Tears streaming down her face as she smiles with content.

She watches the television with a weak smile and doesn’t look at the creature as she whispers to it “I think I’m going to name you Elizabeth.”