"Love, who are you looking for?" Michael had snuck up behind me as I was looking out the window for Sandra and her "men".

She brought her men with her where-ever she went. They were two or three burly guys that hung around with her and didn't let her out of their sights.

I knew the damage they could do.

Michael started kissing my neck.

"Not now." I said simply, walking away, leaving Michael standing by the window.

The phone began ringing again.

"Wow, we are popular today!" Michael exclaimed about to pick up the phone.

"No. I'll get it." I sprinted back to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" I knew who it was, but I had to pretend like I didn't.

"I'm bringing him too." Sandra hung up the phone, it had sounded as if she hadn't stopped laughing since the last phone call she made to Lee's house.

"Fucking hell!" I yelled down the phone.

"What? What is it?" Michael took the phone and put it back on the receiver. He had been listening to my side of the short conversation I had just had with Sandra.

"Those... bastards keep making prank calls." I could think of nothing better to say.

"Oh. Calm down." He hugged me tightly.

"Hey. Want to go for a walk?" I asked him with no subtlety at all.

"No thanks. I'm kind of tired after last night." He raised his eyebrows at me as he walked back into the kitchen.

I knew he knew something was going on. He had decided to wait it out though, unluckily for me.

"I know you aren't going to tell me, so I'm not going to ask." Michael commented, not looking at me, just getting ready to put lasagne in the oven.

I nodded. "Fair enough. But there isn't anything. You look tired, why don't you go upstairs and sleep?"

For the few short minutes after I said that, I tried desperately to get Michael out of the house, or at least upstairs.

It didn't work.

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I was still keeping a look-out when the large white van drove down the street and parked near our house.

"Lee?" Michael called me, he was obviously watching this too.

A few men were now running up the path to our house, they were well built and I don't think me nor Michael would be able to take them.

"Lee?" Michael called again. I walked into the kitchen, my head in my hands.

"I'm so sorry." Was all I said. He looked at me, puzzled. "I should've told you."

We both jumped as the men started banging at the door.

"What are they doing here?" He asked me, looking scared.

"They want money." I looked down and ignored the banging.

"For what?" He shouted at me.

"My child."

The End

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