For writers_muses E. "Just don't let her see it."

[autohomicide]

Mike had called and had his paycheck sent to Butterfly. He couldn't go back. In fact all he wanted to do was smash his car and test that claim he had to the farthest possible point. He had actually turned around and headed back toward home. What should be home but he was afraid to be there. The twisted feelings that filled his head were driving him

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[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly had been passed out cold for a few hours now before the door bell ringing had snapped her eyes open. Thinking it was Mike coming home to apologize for leaving and being a complete asshole she opened the door with trembling fingers.

"You better have a god damn good explaination as to why you fucking walked out that door Michael McKay.!"

That was when she saw the officers and she put her hand on her stomach. Please don't let him be dead. Please.

[autohomicide]

The officer's brow went way up though it made his first question irrelevant. He did notice how ill she appeared and suddenly hated himself for being there to tell her.

It seems you know him. He's been in an accident and your information was the only source we had for contacting relatives.

[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly's face was pale. Mostly from her antics lately, and she opened the door and stepped back, already reaching for her purse and jacket. "I do know him, he's my fiance" Well, in a weird way he was. "What hospital?" She cringed slightly and put the coat on, doubling over a minute and breathing rather harshly as her hand went to her stomach.

[autohomicide]

The officer came in when he saw her double over. He rested his hand on her back thinking that perhaps she was going into labor. She looked big enough and with the stress it was possible.

Do you need help miss?