This chapter is the last chapter to this story. It's a little, no, it's VERY intense towards the end, something pretty tough to write. But I hope you guys enjoy.

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29

She sat in Jaxon's driveway for what seemed like forever. She squeezed her hands into tight fists until they were red to keep them from shaking, but it did not work, for her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. She put his journal back where she found it, and she planned to act like she had never read it. She planned to act neutral, which was very difficult considering the man she believed to love her was a lying and manipulative psychopath.

"Mattie?" She heard Jaxson's voice erupt from outside of the car. Her eyes darted in his direction, and she tried her best to conceal the fear in her eyes. He opened the car door for her and grasped her arm, pulling her out a bit forcefully.

"You weren't wearing a seatbelt?" He asked, anger lacing his voice.

"No- I just took it off before you came out." Mattie lied, her voice a bit shaky.

He looked her up and down as if trying to figure out what she was thinking, what she was feeling. She watched his hand as he removed it from her arm, and she froze.

"W-What happened to your hands?" Her voice was visibly afraid now, and at that moment all she could think about was her mother and if she was alright.

He looked down at his bruised hands that were crusty with dark, dry blood.

"Punched my mirror." He stated, clenching his fists together before wincing a bit in pain.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Let's get inside." Jaxson grasped her hand and led her to the front door of his home. The inside of his house was still dark, not many lights on just the way he liked it. It was also cold, so cold that one might think ghosts haunted the place.

Perhaps the people Jaxson have murdered, Mattie thought, feeling tears about to spill down her cheeks. She tried so hard to fight them, but just couldn't. They fell quickly down her face, warming her cold, pale cheeks. And when Jaxson noticed, he became afraid; Afraid of what she might know.

"Baby, what the hell's wrong?" He asked, cupping her face with his large and bruised hands. His eyes were full of concern and fear, but that changed quickly when he heard Mattie's reply:

"I'm pregnant."

Time stood still at that moment, and the world seemed like it had become silent. His hands dropped from her face, and his eyes widened in fake surprise, but he wasn't fooling anyone.

"Is that where you were?" He asked before sitting on the couch, trying his best to conceal his usual smug smile.

She nodded in reply, swallowing a lump in her throat that kept rising each time she saw Jaxson trying not to smile.

He planned this, she thought with anger boiling in her body. He fucking planned this.

"It's a miracle!" He yelled before putting his head in his hands and laughing. She became angrier.

"A miracle?" She spat, stepping closer to him.

"Don't you see? I thought it was impossible for me to have a baby, but we proved them wrong huh?" He stood up and brought Mattie in for a hug. "We're having a baby Mattie, a baby."

They stood in silence, Jaxson being the only one interacting in the hug.

"Aren't you happy?" He asked, releasing his hold from her to see her face. He placed his hand on her belly.

"No." Mattie whispered.

"What?"

"I said no, you lied to me." A fresh tear fell down her cheek, and Jaxson caught it with his thumb- but she quickly and angrily slapped his hand away.

He drew in a deep breath, "Would I lie to you, Mattie?" He whispered closer to her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine. She closed her eyes.

"I think I'm going to go now, Jaxson."

He froze, his body completely still. "What?" He spat.

"I need to go home."

"Like hell you are."

"My mother is sick, you know that. I shouldn't have left her in the first place."

He squinted his eyes and ran his hand through his greasy jet black hair. "Are we going to just ignore the fact that there's a fucking baby inside of you? I mean fuck Mattie, how far along are you exactly?"

She licked her chapped lips before speaking: "About six months."

His eyes widened before darting his attention toward her very bloated appearing stomach, "Six months? You don't even look one month, that can't be right I would have noticed."

"Well I thought maybe I was just eating too much, I don't know. I mean I truly believed you when you told me you couldn't get me pregnant Jaxson. So the thought of this happening didn't even occur to me!" She yelled angrily, throwing her hands in the air. "And what do you mean you would have noticed? Were you looking for a change?" She asked suspiciously, curious to know his response since she already knew the brutal truth.

"No," He replied, hiding his lie well, but again not fooling anybody.

The room grew darker as time continued to pass, the sun was lowering and her fear was rising with each passing second she was near the boy in black.

"I want to go see my mom." Mattie said through her teeth, realizing quickly that he wouldn't let her unless he knew she wouldn't leave him.

"Come with me," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, forcing herself to conceal her anger just for a little while.

"We can tell her the news together." She put on a fake smile, but he didn't seem to notice. He even smiled back.

She had a plan.

"That, we can do." He replied and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

He seemed excited all of a sudden, most likely because he thought she fell for his excuse that it was simply a "miracle." A miracle that would change her life forever.

He led her outside, never letting go of her hand as if he were afraid she would disappear. For that was his greatest fear.

"Maybe the news will make her stop acting like this." He shook his head as they walked next door to Mattie's big brick home that she missed dearly.

She missed the smell of her favorite warm vanilla sugar candles that filled the house and the colorful curtains that brought happiness and light to her mother until all she wanted was darkness. Jaxson had that impact on a person, he could make the brightest of people turn so dark.

Jaxson finally released his hold on Mattie's hand to twist the door knob, not bothering to knock first. It was locked.

"Damn it. I'd knock but there's no way she'd get her ass up out of bed to open the door." He ranted, giving not one care for her mother and her depression. But he was right, Mattie thought, she would never get up to open the door.

So it was up to her.

Mattie's eyes darted to the now dead plant next to the front door where a spare key laid beneath the dry dirt. She swallowed her fear.

"She leaves the back door unlocked sometimes," she lied, biting her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. "Maybe you could check?

He looked around the corner of the house to the open fence that led to her backyard.

"Alright, stay here I'll be just a second." He said before bolting around the corner, and just then without wasting a second, Mattie pulled the key out of the plant and unlocked her front door as fast as she could before running inside and closing it and locking it in front of her.

The sound of the back door knob wiggling caused her to jump, and without wasting a second she bolting to her mothers room. She was sitting up in bed, staring at the wall in front of her.

"Mom, mom! We need to go now!" Mattie yelled in a panic, shaking her shoulders. Her eyes and face were blank of emotion.

"Mom, please!" Tears filled Mattie's eyes, "We don't have much time-" she stopped when she heard a loud, aggressive banging at the front door.

"Mattie! Open the god damn door." She heard being yelled, and panic overtook her. She began to shake in fear.

"Please mommy, please." She laid her head on her chest. "I need you."

The bangs on the front door became more aggressive, and after a moment she realized he was beginning to try and break it down.

Her mother didn't budge, it was even as if she were dead. Her eyes were lifeless and her body was limp, she was simply dead while being alive. Anyone with depression would understand that.

Mattie, with a heavy heart, gave up trying with her mom and ran to the front door that was being kicked down with each of Jaxson's forceful kicks.

"Mattie, baby." He hissed, out of breath. "You can't hide from me, I love you."

And just like that, the door was flung open. Small wood pieces from the door was sprawled all over the living room floor, and Mattie let out a gut wrenching scream. She's never feared him this much before, it was the darkness in his eyes and the clenching of his red fists that caused a shiver to rake down her spine.

"Why didn't you let me in, Mattie?" He hissed through his teeth. "I wanted to assume it was an accident, but here you are standing here in front of the door, leading me to believe that you ignored me."

He stepped closer and closer until his face was just inches from hers. His hand grasped her arm tightly just then, and she quickly winced in pain, shocked that he would do such a thing.

Jaxson squeezed tighter, leaving Mattie to close her eyes and hold back crying out in pain. He was so strong, and capable of so much. So much more than she could ever know.

"Say you're sorry." He whispered, squeezing harder and harder until she thought her arm was going to literally break.

"No!" Mattie yelled as loud as she could before lifting her knee as hard as she could into his crotch. He yelled out in pain, cursing under his breath as he held onto himself and walked towards Mattie that was trying to make her way up the stairs.

However he made it quicker, like he always had, and grabbed a fist full of her hair before throwing her down the steps in pure anger that he couldn't believe he'd let out onto her. But he had to, for he felt that she wanted to leave him. The look in her eyes when she looked into his, it was hatred. It killed him to see it, so much. But if he couldn't have her, no one could.

Period.

He turned around to see Mattie on her stomach. She was crying and shaking, and blood was pooling at her legs, soaking her pants. Jaxson froze, not believing what he was seeing.

The baby.

"No, no, fuck. No!" Jaxson ran down the steps and turned Mattie over, she was breathing heavily and holding onto her stomach.

"It's dying," Mattie whimpered, closing her eyes with tears escaping them, knowing the reality of what was happening. She could have stopped all of this from happening, she should have known Jaxson's anger could get the best of him. She should have known.

"No." He shook his head violently and got up before making his way to the kitchen.

He knew what needed to be done. If he was going to lose Mattie, he wanted at least a part of her that he knows he could keep forever, a part of her that would never run away from him.

With shaky hands he began opening each of the kitchen drawers until he saw just what he needed, a sharp knife.

He grasped it, and began to cry. He put his hands on his face and cried harder than he has ever in his life. He could have had them both, but in his mind she's left him no choice.

"Jaxson," he heard the love of his life whisper from the living room floor. She sounded so afraid, so unaware at what was about to happen. That made him cry harder.

"I'm sorry, baby." He gripped the knife and walked back to her with tear filled eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

"Jaxson-" Mattie's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, and she quickly moved backwards, moving the blood along with her.

"It's running out of time," Jaxson wiped his final tear and kneeled beside her before covering her mouth as she began to scream a blood curdling scream. A sound that killed him, a sound that had him wanted to turn that knife around and sink it into his own flesh.

"I'm sorry." He whispered one last time to Mattie, the lonely girl he first talked to in a classroom. The girl that he watched for days upon days as she danced gracefully in her bedroom. The girl that grew up broken but smiled anyways. The girl that gave the boy in black a chance on love, even though it was the wrong choice. The choice that led to this.

And just then without putting in another thought, he sunk the knife into the side of her abdomen and began dragging it to the side, tearing away at the white skin that was now pouring dark red. Her screams filled the home, her scream that was so loud and blood curdling that even a cold soul like Jaxson began to cry again as he heard it.

All she could see was red. All she could feel was unimaginable pain that had her praying that she would just die already. She could feel every single cut, every single nerve being pinched and destroyed. She began to feel cold, like ice cubes were placed all over her stomach. She knew she was screaming, but she stopped hearing everything. It was silent, and that rusty knife was still cutting along her abdomen, deeper and deeper and deeper until she was completely numb.

"I love you." He cried, still cutting deep into her flesh.

Her eyes were so wide, so wide that you could look into them and tell that her life was flashing before them. She was now in shock, and her screams slowly began to stop.

All of those ballet practices and live ballet shows she performed then seemed so pointless as they flashed before her. The memories she could have been seeing before her death could have been exciting adventures and life changing moments. Maybe like the beach, or bungee jumping, or skydiving. But instead all she saw was Jaxson, Jaxson, Jaxson and Ballet, Ballet, Ballet.

She saw her mother too. She saw her mother making her breakfast like she always used too. She saw her watering her garden of colorful Daisy's and Lily's and Hibiscus flowers with the sunshine on her smiling face. Those were happy times, but now her garden was dead and the sunshine filled sky was dark.

Jaxson's cry slowly but surely transformed into a smile at the sight before him. It was the fetus, a very small fetus, but such a beautiful one. For it was his, it was there's.

Mattie let her last and final tear fall, but it was in a way a happy one. For she could see her child, and god was he beautiful in her eyes. She never believed she'd want it when she first heard she was pregnant, but as she heard his cry she wished she could hear it forever. But it was too late.

She could feel her heart beat slow down with each passing second, she was so angry a moment ago at the demon that was holding onto her angel, so angry that he took that away from her. So angry that he took life away from her. But as she began to see the light, peace overtook her body and she was taken from her cruel, cruel life. Her last dying wish was for her child to be okay. And she took peace at knowing it was her instead of that baby boy crying in Jaxson's bloody hands.

She died with her eyes open that dark and stormy evening. Jaxson closed them with one hand while the other held onto their baby. He was still loudly crying, which was music to his ears, but instead of hearing just that he also heard sirens. Lots of sirens.

He could then feel a presence in the room with him. It was Mattie's mother with the home phone in her hands. She was crying loudly and fell to her knees at the sight in front of her, something that no mother should ever have to see. But what was even worse is that she was too late; she failed to save her daughter.

"You bitch," Jaxson whispered through his teeth, anger pulsing through his veins at an alarming rate. He hadn't had the chance to cut the umbilical cord, so he couldn't take off running. But it didn't matter, for it was far too late.

Jaxson Maddox had a bullet in his head faster than he could process what was happening, and his body lay lifeless along with Mattie's in a pool of her hot blood. The baby laid on his chest, still crying and unaware of the terrifying world he had just entered. Police officers and paramedics rushed in immediate to the baby that lay on the boy in black. They took care of him and Mattie's mother before rushing them out of the home that reeked of foul smelling blood and sweat.

Mattie's mom was in shock.

She had heard every word Mattie was saying to her before Jaxson had broken in, but failed to fully listen until she heard her screams. Her screams that made her fully realize what was happening. Her shaking hands grabbed the home phone from the floor beside her bed, and as she dialed 911 her fears came to live as Mattie's screams stopped.

It sounded wrong but she wanted her to continue screaming just so she would know she was alive, just so she knew she was okay. She could dial a number but she would admit she didn't have enough in her to step into the living room until she heard sirens.

She didn't know what she expected, but to see Mattie with her stomach cut open and Jaxson hovering over her was not it, it was as if she were having a vicious, cruel nightmare. So that's what she convinced herself it was; a nightmare.

"I'll wake up soon." She said with a smile at the paramedic that was checking her body for any harm in the ambulance.

"Very soon." She closed her eyes and smiled, letting the rain cool her hot, sweaty skin.

The other paramedic cleaned off the baby that was covered in Mattie's blood. He pushed the warm rag over the dry flakes of blood on the innocent pale skin, amazed that the child was still alive especially after what he had just seen inside that home.

"Beautiful child." His partner whispered from over his shoulder. "Too bad he's gonna have to be going to some kind of foster care." He shook his head, writing some things down on his clipboard.

"No grandparents, aunts or uncles?" He asked his partner, hoping for another option.

He shook his head in reply, "The girls mothers on her way to a psychiatric's facility, she keeps saying she needs to water her flowers and take Mattison to ballet practice." A roar of thunder erupted from the dark sky as he chuckled.

"Mattison's the one with her stomach slit open."

The paramedic holding the child shook his head, feeling sick to his stomach, something that rarely happened considering his job consisted of seeing things of that nature.

"We need to get him to the hospital." He patted him on the back, leaving the man to just look at the child with sorrow filled eyes before closing the doors to the ambulance and holding the boy as they went off to the hospital and away from the dark home that was full of nothing but death now. No Lily's and Daisy's and hibiscus flowers, no sun, just pools of blood and two dead bodies. Two people that used to love so much, so much it made them both very much naïve to the real world.

And just like that as both of their bodies were wrapped up in body bags, their story was over. Their story of passion and what they both thought was genuine love, their story that became a whole new story: their sons story.

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"Who he Is."