{ i knew you were t r o u b l e }
She had no where else to turn. Her fist pounded on Elijah’s door, her other hand followed the swell of her overly plump belly. She couldn’t even begin to explain what had happened to her in the past year; and she knew she needed to... straighten her thoughts out, clear it out and lay it all out on the table for Elijah once he saw her. She was round, overly so; wearing a maternity dress, and doing her best to hide her stomach - which was holding, most obviously, much more than one baby. Her heart beat was fast; humanity was a bitch, and didn’t look good on her. (At least, that was what she believed). Devon Salvatore pounded her fist into the door again; tears stung her ice blue eyes. Oh how much trouble she’d gotten in.