You know i make you wanna scream..

After I showered, I got pyjamas on and walked into the kitchen, where Matt was cooking something that smelled delicious.
'Smells gorgeous, babe. What you cooking?' I smiled, walking towards him.

'Steak.' he grinned at me as I walked up to him. 'I know it's your favourite.'
I sighed as I leaned against the counter. 'You know me so well.'
He stopped what he was doing at the cooker to walk in front of me, lean into me, and kiss me softly and gently, his hands cupping my face.
'Don't you worry about Isabelle,' he said as he pulled away, 'She may be psychotic, but once I'm around, she won't lay a finger on you, I promise.'
'Thank you, baby.' I said, holding his huge hands, 'I hope she doesn't harm anyone. She's fucking crazy.'

Matt kissed me again, this time with more passion, but stopped abruptly when the pan started sizzling angrily.
'Fuck!' he exclaimed, trying to stop the steak from burning completely.
I giggled as he tried to save the steak, but kept being burned by the pan. The doorbell rang suddenly.
'It's probably Kayc or Brian.' I said, 'I'll get it.'
Matt nodded quickly in reply, trying to turn off the heat frustratedly.

I walked towards the door, and opened it. Before I could even see who it was, I felt a cold, hard, long piece of metal whack me in my lower abdomen. I automatically dropped to the ground and into the fetal position, trying to protect small bump. I felt the long piece of metal swing into my back violently, making me wince loudly. I could then feel a foot crashing into my stomach again and again. Small bump, please be okay. I tried to cover my stomach but wasn't able to do so properly. I cried out in pain as I felt the metal bash off my shoulder. I could feel my head spinning. Please be okay, baby. 'That's for being with Zacky, you stupid bitch!' was the last thing I heard before everything went black.



MATT'S POV

Why was I never able to cook a steak for El? No matter how many times I had tried, I either over cooked it or under cooked it. Every single time. It was getting embarrassing at this stage. I continued trying to rescue my now cremating steaks with a tongs as El went to answer the door. I listened out for voices as I heard her open the door, but to no avail. Weird.

I finally rescued the steaks, and as I put them on a plate, I heard a loud thud, followed by silence, then a loud wince. What the fuck? I ran out into the hall, to see a small, blonde woman with a crowbar in her hand, and someone on the floor in front of her. She raised the crowbar and lashed it down onto the person's shoulder.

'That's for being with Zacky, you stupid bitch!' Isabelle screeched psychotically, raising the crowbar again. That was Eleanor on the floor. I ran at Isabelle, and pushed her out the door as violently as I could, using all my force, knocking the crowbar out of her hand and onto the floor. She fell at the porch and smacked her head off the concrete. I wasn't interested in her now, though. I turned back to Eleanor, crouching down on the ground beside her. She was covering her bump with her hands protectively, and I could see blood stains on her t shirt.

'Eleanor?' I said, my voice breaking as I felt my eyes sting with tears. She didn't react at all. Fuck, she was unconscious. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket.
'911, what's your emergency?'
'My pregnant fiancee has just been attacked with a crowbar and she's unconscious.' I said down the phone, panicking. Please be okay, Eleanor, please be okay, baby.

ELEANOR'S POV


'Oxygen is 94, blood pressure is slightly low, but okay.' I heard a muffled voice say. I tried to open my eyes, but realised I couldn't.
'Is she going to be okay?' Matt, oh my god, Matt. Oh my God, small bump. I tried to move my hands to feel it but couldn't. I could feel myself slip into unconsciousness again.

'Oh, my God, Eleanor.' I could hear a woman's voice as I tried to open my eyes, but again, failed.
'I promise you, Matt, when I get my hands on her, she will be coming in a car and leaving in a body bag.' Kaycee? Kaycee. I tried to speak but I was numb. I could feel the blackness seeping in again. Fuck.

I could hear beeping. Monotonous beeping. I tried to open my eyes, and realised I finally could. My eyes gently fluttered open, and I looked around. I was in a room, with a window to my left, and I was in a bed. I tried to move my arms, which caused loads of things to move. I only noticed Matt was in a plastic chair beside the bed when he stood up.
'Oh, my god, Eleanor.' he leaned down to hug me, avoiding the jungle of wires, kissing my forehead. 'I thought I had lost you.' I felt tears dropping onto my forehead. His tears.
'Matt.' I tried to hug him, but got caught in the wires. My eyes filled up with tears.

'I'll get a nurse, since you're finally awake.' he pressed a button which was on the wall.
'How long was I out?' I said, tears rolling down my face.
'3 days.' Matt shook his head. 'I'm just so glad you're awake now.'
'Where's Isabelle?' I said coldly, still crying.
'In custody.' Matt said, suddenly livid. 'I was speaking with my solicitor, and an offence like that can get you up to 15 years jail time.'
'She deserves it.' I said. Small bump. My hand flew down to my stomach, which was now flat. I patted it again, thinking I was imagining things. No, my stomach was totally flat. I pulled down the sheets, and pulled up my pyjama top, to see my stomach, which looked as if I wasn't pregnant at all.
My eyes flew up to meet Matt's, who was borderline sobbing. He couldn't even speak he was crying so much.
'Small bump?' I whispered, looking down at my stomach, where small bump should have been.

Notes

bet you guys weren't expecting that..
small bump :c
thoughts?