Roxy

Roxy sits in her car, staring at the quiet house. She checks her phone again. This is the address that Christy had given her, but the house seems really nice. Maybe a little too nice.

Her phone lights up. Another message from Christy. "Raunchy slut. You're going to be a terrible mother, everyone knows it," Roxy reads the message. Hot, angry tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.

"I'm not going to be a bad mom, I promise," she whispers to her swollen belly. "Starting now." Roxy takes a deep breath, trying calm down, but it's impossible with her hormones running amok. "Fuck that bitch."

Roxy climbs awkwardly out of her car, her swollen ankles throbbing in pain - but she doesn't feel it. Roxy storms up to the front door and pounds loudly on it. "Christy! Come out! I want to talk to you!" She yells, banging hard. "Open the door!"