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once i was ready i grab everything i needed and walked over to rafe, who was watching a movie with sex scenes, in which i walked in on one of them

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once i was ready i grab everything i needed and walked over to rafe, who was watching a movie with sex scenes, in which i walked in on one of them.

"bye, i'll be back baby, i love you, don't get carried away with these sex sce-" i was cut off by the girl screaming.

"don't worry, you sound and look so much better, love you so much" he says pulling my face down and kissing me slowly, but with a lot of passion.

"ok, i have to go, i'll be back" i say pecking him then leaving.

i get downstairs and head out the door after grabbing my keys. i made my way to the car and once i got in i giggled at how far back rafe puts the seat. once i got it close enough for me i left.

on the way there i couldnt help myself by playing dreams by fleetwood mac.

(that's the song, i love it)

i was singing along to the lyrics just enjoying this moment. i loved life at these times, they made me feel free. i started to tear up, remembering my past.

i hated who i was, i wanted to end my life, i was hurting people i didn't want to. i then stopped my thoughts and tears once i realised i was at my parents house.

i took a deep breath and wiped my face before getting out. i walked up the stairs before walking into the house.

"mom, i'm here, i have to be quick" i yell while closing the door.

"oh, hey sweetie, come in here" my mom says poking her head out from a room.

i walk in and she was packing baby toys and some small clothes into a box. i saw a grey nike jacket and giggled, of course she got my baby branded stuff.

"i'll take this out" she says picking it up and walking infront of me.

"ok, is that all" i ask as she puts it on my passenger seat.

"yeah, it was nice seeing you, you look healthy" she says hugging me.

"i am, so is the baby" i say putting my hand on my stomach.

"oh, let me feel my grandbaby" she says moving my hand, making me giggle.

"oh wow, those boobs of yours are really starting to grow" she says touching them, making us laugh.

"mom, of course they are, they are now considered mommy milkers" i say laughing at her face. that's what rafe calls them.

"does that mean mine are mommy milkers, im a mommy" she says making me cringe.

"mom, please don't say that, that's not the actual- never mind" i say not having the heart to explain it to my precious mother.

"ok, well you better get going, it's getting late" she says hugging me again.

"yeah ok, i'll see you another time" i say kissing her cheek then getting into my car.

i start my car and drive off, i pull out of the driveway, when i see jay, i then notice someone else, and it doesn't look like they are getting along.

i slowly drive up near them, when i notice jay gets harshly pulled to the ground by her hair. i get out to see jj standing over her, before spitting on her.

"you like that bitch, like getting what i get" he says booting her in the stomach.

"hey you prick, don't you dare fucking touch my sister again" i say running over there.

"what are you gonna do, your a pregnant piece of shit who used to be a hardcore cocaine addict" he says pushing me.

"DONT YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU FUCKING PRICK" jay screams as she stands up instantly punching him, over and over.

she was punching him right in the nose over and over again, blood spilling everywhere. blood on her knuckles and face.

"jay, jay stop now" i say going to touch her.

"don't y/n, nobody, and i mean no fucking body, pushes my pregnant sister, and brings up her much regretted past" she says punching harder.

i starts to tear up, when i fall to my knees. i wanted to, in this moment, kill.my.self. why did he have to choose those words.

"jay, please, le-let's go" i try say, but comes out more of a squeak.

she looks back and her face drops.

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