Murdered by My Boyfriend Page #2
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- 2014
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my head.
Ashley...
..is this really because of college?
I'm only 17.
I'll look after the baby while
you're at college.
I'll look after you.
Ashley.
I love you, Jones
and I love our baby.
And I swear I'll never leave you.
I'm not a child, Mum.
It's what we want...
We want to be a family.
And I love him.
You don't even know him.
I don't want to fall out with you.
Come on, we're not going to
fall out.
I just want you to think about your
options. That's all.
I will, Mum.
I promise.
Surprise.
Oh! Do you like it?
Ah, they're so cute. Yeah?
Ah, little baby clothes.
But we're going to be a family
and surely a family live together.
Why do we need to do what everyone
else does?
It's what normal people do, Reece.
I don't understand why I just can't
move in here with you?
I told you. It's not that kind of
place. Well, why isn't it?
You can't have a baby there. Right,
not with the dogs.
It's not safe. OK.
Why don't you just get rid of the
dogs?
My dogs are my dogs.
Yeah, and your baby is your baby.
So, what am I supposed to say
when people ask why are we not living
together?
Say it's got nothing to do with
them.
And what about my mum?
What about her?
Am I supposed to say that to her,
too?
So, we're not even going to have a
conversation about this, then?
Reece?
We have a baby on the way. You do
realise that, yeah?
We need to make plans.
Reece?
Reece?
Reece? Rocco!
Reece, why can you not be a grown-up
about this?
I mean, you told me you were totally
committed to me and OUR baby.
God, you know what? You're more
worried about your...
I'm tied to you for life!
How much more commitment do you
f***ing want?
Ashley.
Ash.
Ashley.
F***, I'm so sorry.
Ash, I'm so...
Ash?
Get off me!
Get off me!
Where are you going? I'm so sorry.
I swear I'll never do it again.
I know you won't.
'I couldn't leave him.
'Not just because of a single moment.
'This is the man who tells me
I'm beautiful,
'the man who loves me,
'the father of my child.
'He's the man in front of me
'crying like a boy at the fear of
losing me.'
I'll never hurt you again.
'I went back because of everything
good that came before this day
'and the hope that the years to come
would be the same.'
Forgive me.
Yeah. so, I'm wearing, like,
with a skinny top under it and
black tights,
black skirt, put on some heels.
Right. He's here.
Yeah, yeah, see you later.
Baby, I thought you said you were
coming an hour ago.
Are those clean?
Come here, baby. Kiss!
Is that what Mummy's wearing?
What's wrong with it?
OK.
You've got them on upside down.
You got them on upside down.
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