I'm not a freak! (mpreg)

Chapter 7

Michael leaves the house for work like always in the morning as I stand in the doorway and wave him goodbye. My smile was sweet and seemed content but in reality it was broken and empty. Michael was naïve though. He never once noticed how miserable I was. I did my best to be happy, but who could be in this situation.

I was an outcast. Practically an orphan.

His dad had already left before him to pick up some things from his office while his mum stayed behind. I knew I wouldn't get another chance to talk to her so I took the opportunity. Although I've been meaning to this whole time, its not like I've made a real effort to get to know her. I just accepted the rules and left everything at that. I decided that I should talk to her this morning, maybe that's why I was feeling so sick.

Nerves? Yeah. I'm just nervous.

"Um... Maria?" I mutter quietly as I stand in the doorway of her bedroom while she continued to pack. My shirt was baggy and hung loose over my bump, my hair a matted mess like every morning and my night shorts hanging loose at my knees. "Can we talk?"
"Oh, Byron. Hi, um... Yeah, what's wrong?" She looked up at me and smiled softly before returning her gaze to her luggage.

"I wanted to talk to you a- about, well, everything."

"What about everything?" She mutters and looks up before she walks over and sits on the bed, the side nearest to me.

"Well, I thought I should at least explain. I've been here for two months and I guess... I feel like you hate me. You and Anthony." I mutter and walk over before I sit in the bed and caress my bump.

She sighs lowly before resting a hand, with her cat claw nails, on my back. "We don't hate you Byron. We were just upset with you and Michael."

"Well, I can't really hold some sadness against you."

"Byron. You need to understand that all of this is a shock. It's not every day that a person hears that their son's boyfriend is pregnant." She let's out a small laugh and I can tell she was trying to break the ice so I force a smile. "We aren't angry, or even mad. We aren't doing any of this to spite you. It isn't your fault that your body is built this way." She smiles

"Then why? Why are you kicking us out? And- and why all the rules? I never see Michael any more because of it." I mutter and look down at my bump, letting tears once again fill my eyes.

"Do you honestly think you'll see him more once the baby is born? We aren't trying to upset you. You both need to learn responsibility Byron. A baby is a big responsibility and you both chose to keep it. The job of keeping that baby alive and well is yours and Michael's." She sighs.

"I understand that but- I just feel so alone" I mutter.

"I'm sorry you feel that way Byron. Michael and you are still both so young. We can't be here to protect you and Michael needs to learn to hold his own. He was spoiled as a child. Even after what he did to you all those years ago, he still had a lot to learn." She smiles as she moves the hair from my eyes, revealing the large scar that I've always hated to look at.

"Then why are you kicking us out?" I mutter and look up at her as tears fall.

"It isn't our choice. This area is for the working family. Children aren't allowed to live in this part of the town. All of these houses were originally owned by a man who is, honestly, a stubborn fool. Once that child is born, we will have a week to move out or move you out." she sighs lowly and moves her hands to her lap. I can't believe I never realised it, but she was right. No one below the age of sixteen lives in this area and there isn't really much noise. I often see a man in a large black suit wandering the streets, probably listening for too much noise.

"So... Why could Michael have the party here?" I mutter, feeling like that's the only things which doesn't fit.

"Because the landlord allowed it. His youngest daughter was invited to the party by Michael in the hope that he could make the stubborn bastard smile." She growls lowly, only making me shiver.

"So... You don't want to kick us out?"

"No. We would never want to do that to you" she mutters and opens her arms before hugging me gently and then rubs my bump. "That's my grandchild in there. Why would I risk losing that?" She smiles.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to cry. I had to let it out. "I'm sorry. I- I thought you hated us. I thought that you- you wanted to disown us" I cry. She hugs me gently again and let's me cry into her shoulder. My tears stained the shoulder pads of her blazer, but she didn't care. She carried on hugging me for a moment before pulling away and smiling sweetly. For the first time in a long time, I was able to smile again. A true and happy smile.

"I really am sorry for being so hard on you both. I hope you'll understand" she smiles.

"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry for taking it all the wrong way" I smile.

"No, its perfectly fine. I'll talk to Anthony. Maybe he'll help you both to find a house."

"No... I found one already" i smile and gently grip her hands in mine.

"What do you mean? You both have a house already?"

"It's my grandparents house, but its down in Devon. My aunt lives there on her own and she has always been accepting of the way my body is."

"And Michael's okay with going back there?" She mutters with a confused expression.

"He- he doesn't know. I contacted my aunt without his permission." I mutter and look down, ashamed of keeping secrets.

"Then I think it's best that you talk to him." She smiles.

"I know... Thank you" I smile sweetly before she gets up to leave with her luggage in hand.

I walk with her to the door and smile softly as she hugs me to leave. She gets in her car and leaves for what will be the final time for the next five months.

The rest of the day passes with nothing really interesting. Occasionally I would throw up, but I put that down to the lingering of morning sickness that I still had. But no matter how much I tried to ignore it, my fever still grew and soon I became dizzy. I looked up at the clock and sighed, twelve... Still hours until he comes home.

I try everything I can to lower my fever. From cold cloths to wrapping up in the hopes of sweating it out. Nothing worked. I had already sweat through three shirts, had two showers and use one large ice pack.

I was hoping it was nothing bad, but soon the pain started again. It was horrible. It soared through my back like a heated iron rod, burning in my back as I started to lose feeling in my legs. I wobbled over to the couch and try as I might, I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I layed on my side hoping to let the pain subside, but when it spread to my stomach and intensified even more, I knew something was wrong.

Michael... Please... Hurry.

All I was left with was my thoughts as my world faded to black.

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(Authors note)

Hey everyone!
Sorry I haven't updated lately but I didn't have any internet connection so I've been spending my time writing. I may even be able to finish this story, well see. Even if I do, I'll post a new chapter every 2-3 days.

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Also, I'm writing a werewolf mpreg and a hidashi fanfiction which I shall be releasing soon so look forward to it guys!