Author's note: Sorry for the delay. I hope you all enjoy it!!

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Tommy grabbed my wrist before I said anything. He pulled me up the stairs as I struggled against his grasp. His grip tightened and I yelped out in pain. Tommy pulled me into my room and pushed me down on the bed.

I bolted up so that I was sitting. I was slightly relieved to see Tommy over by the closet. At least he wasn't on the bed forcing himself on me. Not yet.

Tommy pulled a duffel bag out and threw it on the ground. It was the same bag we used when we went to Emme and Taylor's. He opened up the drawers and tossed them in.

"Tommy, I'm not going anywhere," I told him.

He took a glance over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. I felt my stomach slide up into my throat.

"Jules, don't argue," he spat.

"I'm not going to be yours."

I slid off of the bed. I could feel my knees shake underneath me. Tommy threw the strap of the bag over his shoulder and turned around to look at me. His jaw was clenched and I could see his fists ball up.

"I'm putting our stuff in the car. We'll be leaving in ten minutes," he told me. "I have to go find the money Dad hid in the barn."

"I'm not-."

Tommy grabbed the back of my head and smashed his lips against mine. I tried pushing him away, but that just caused him to kiss me even harder. I turned my head so his lips brushed against my cheek. He twisted his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back.

"When we leave you better have a better attitude," Tommy warned me. "Or there will be serious consequences. Understand?"

I shook my head and Tommy let go. He stormed down the steps. I didn't move until I heard the kitchen door slam shut. I flew down the stairs and went straight to Hunter's crib. He was chewing on his fingers, unaware of what was about to happen.

I picked him up and curled him into my chest. I could see Tommy loading the trunk of the car through the windows. I ran back up the stairs and into Tommy's room.

Carrie was lying on her stomach. Her red back glistened in the morning light. Trickles of blood had dried on her bare ribs. Her eyes were puffy from crying.

"Julie," her hoarse voice said.

"Can you watch Hunter?" I asked setting him down next to her. Carrie smiled and raised her hand so she could rub his stomach.

I grabbed Tommy's dresser and dragged it across the ground. Carrie looked up at me when she heard the dresser being dragged across the wooden floor.

"What's going on?" she asked me.

She raised herself up off of the bed and her face winced in pain. I pulled the dresser in front of the door.

"I need to keep Tommy out of the room," I told her.

"Why?" I could hear the fear in her voice. "Is he angry?"

"A bit. We need to keep him out of here until Jimmy comes home. Jimmy will keep us safe."

"Julie, we need to leave."

The kitchen door slammed downstairs and my heart jumped. The dresser wasn't going to keep Tommy out. I wish I still had that lock on the bathroom door.

"We need to push the bed toward the door," I told Carrie. "Can you stand?"

Carrie nodded her head and struggled to get up onto her feet. I grabbed the mess of blankets and threw them down onto the floor. I picked up Hunter and set him down. I helped Carrie as she sunk down into the nest of blankets.

"Julie?" Tommy called out.

"Be quiet," I whispered to Carrie.

I pushed the bed across toward the door. I cursed myself out as the screeching sound echoed through the house.

"Julie, where are you?" Tommy said and a door slammed shut.

His steps became louder as he came closer to his room. I looked around the room for something else to use to barricade the door with, but there was nothing.

The door only opened a crack. I couldn't see tommy, but I knew he had that cold look in his eyes.

"Open this door!" he shouted.

I looked over to see Carrie shaking. Her hand was over her mouth to stop herself from sobbing. The tears were running down her face. Hunter was sucking on his fingers.

"Julie, open this door now," Tommy growled.

The door banged into the dresser, pushing the dresser a little back each time. He threw his shoulder into the door, pushing the dresser back even farther.

"I'm going to cut you if you don't open this door!"

Tommy threw himself into the door again. A small box fell off the dresser and spilled on the ground. My stomach twisted when I remembered all the teeth that Tommy had kept from his victims.

I ran to Hunter and Carrie. Carrie buried her face in the sheets, but I could hear her sobs. I picked up Hunter and ran to the closet. I wrapped him up in a sheet and placed him in the closet. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Mommy loves you so much," I told him. My voice wavered as I held back the tears.

"Julie, open this fucking door!"

It threw me off to hear him swear. Carrie cried even harder. I closed the closet door.

"I'm not going anywhere," I told Tommy.

Tommy bashed into the door again. The door opened enough for Tommy to squeeze through the doorframe. He jumped up on the dresser and hopped down onto the bed. He had his teeth gritted together. Sweat was running down his face. I backed up.

"Julie, how is this to start?" he asked me. "We're starting our lives together and now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

He reached into his pocket and fished out his pocket knife. He flipped open the blade. A smirk grew across his lips.

"Give me your arm," he ordered me.

"No," I said holding my arms up to my chest.

"Your arm or your stomach," he said. "Make your choice."

"Tommy, please," I began to plead.

He grabbed my arm and pulled it away from my body. He placed the blade against the mess of scars on my arm and dragged it across. I screamed out in pain as the blood bubbled to the surface. Tommy let go of my arm and stared at the wound. He reached out for my arm and I slapped him across the face.

Me fighting back threw him off guard. I took my chance and ran to the door. I climbed over the bed and dresser and flew down the hall. I stumbled down the steps and into the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and held it out in front of me. Tommy ran down the stairs with his knife in his hand.

"You have gotten yourself into more trouble, Jules," Tommy told me.

"Stay away from me," I warned him. The blade of the knife shook and I couldn't stop my hands from trembling.

Tommy flipped his knife back and shoved it in his pocket. His smirk provided me with the reminder that I hadn't won.

"No problem," he said. "If I want to really hurt you I have to go after someone else. How about Hunter?"

"Stay away from my baby," I snapped.

"No, I think I'll snap his neck. It'll be salt in the wound for poor Jim. Not only did I steal his girl, but I killed his son."

Tommy turned on his heels and headed for the stairs. I ran toward him and jumped up on his back. I wrapped my arm that had the knife in it around his neck. I dug my nails into his face with my free hand.

"Get off me!" he shouted as he grabbed my wrist.

I tried to tighten my arm around his neck, but he was shaking me too hard. He ran back and slammed me into the wall. I yelped and clawed even harder. I could feel Tommy's blood running up my nails.

Tommy grunted before grabbing my arms and flipping me over his shoulder. The pain ran up my spine as I gasped for breath. My knife was lying on the floor next to me. I reached out to grab it, but Tommy stepped on it.

"You're not being a good girl, Jules," he told me. "I didn't think you were like this."

Tommy picked up the knife and twirled it in his hand. I tried to get back up onto my feet, but Tommy swung his foot out and kicked me in the stomach. I screamed and grabbed my belly as I crumpled onto the ground. Tommy laughed and leaned down so he was sitting on his heels.

"I don't need you, Jules," he told me. "I have stolen enough money from this house to last me for quite a while. I don't need you either. I can get my own girl. There's plenty who would do whatever I ask them to."

Tommy tightened his grip before swing his arm down. The knife was buried deep into my leg. I screamed as the fiery pain erupted in my leg. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks.

"But here's the thing, Jules," Tommy said as he slowly turned the blade in my leg.

My back arched as the pain took over my body. I could hear myself pleading for him to stop, but it didn't sound like my voice. It sounded so soft and far away.

"Me leaving means Jimmy wins." He ripped the blade out of my flesh. "If I leave Jimmy gets two girls. Even though Carrie is nothing but trouble."

I could barely see through my blurry vision. My leg still felt like it was on fire. Tommy raised the blade so that it was pointed down over my chest.

"You were perfect, Jules," he told me. "Why'd you have to ruin it? Not only do you have to die, but I have to kill Hunter now too."

"Fuck off," I spat at him.

Tommy wiped the spit off of his cheek before he plunged the knife deep into my chest. I screamed, but I could feel something sliding up my throat. Tommy pulled the blade out and I began to gargle.

I could see Tommy's lips moving, but I couldn't hear any words he was saying. I clutched at my chest to feel the blood soak through my shirt. Tommy's eyes were locked on me, but he took one quick glance up.

A loud shot rang out and Tommy fell to the ground. He grabbed his leg and I could see a circle of blood grow on his jeans.

I felt a hand grab mine. I turned my head, feeling the blood slide in my throat, to see Jimmy. He tightened his grip on my hand. I could feel his desperation for a response from me. I opened my mouth to speak, but I started coughing up blood.

"Julie!" Jimmy's voice echoed through my head.

His voice seemed so far away. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I wanted to tell him to kill Tommy. I wanted to tell him Hunter was up in the closet. But when I tried to speak, I started chocking on my own blood.

"Julie!"

Jimmy kept screaming my name as my I lied dying on the kitchen floor.