Sqaisheys POV
I watched silently as Stampy walked out of the smal apartment and dow the long sprial of stairs. At any moment I was going to be able to see him talking to my Mother just by looking out of this window. What was he going to say? How was she going to react? I squeezed my eyes as tightly as I could while breathing in as deeply as I could. I was panicking like crazy! I didn't want her to find out about what happened with me and Aron! Why would I even want her to find out?! She would murder me! There was a loud bang, symblosing a door being shut. It was closely followed by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. It was time...I had to do it.
Stampy, along with my Mother, walked into the apartment. They were muttering about something. The second she saw me she ran over and pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't do anything but to burst into tears. I was terrfied out of my mind! I did feel ever so slightly embarssed about crying in front of Stampy yet at the same time I didn't care. I just needed to let all of my emotions out. After around thirty or fourty seconds had passed my Mother pulled me away and sat me down on the sofa next to her. I quickly glanced around the living room as well as the kitchen. There was no trace that Stampy was there. To be honset I started to feel a tiny bit more nervous than I already was.
"Sqaishey, listen...I know that...You and Stampy are dating." She said it with a small smile across her face. I wished that was the thing she was here for, yet she was here for a reason that had absoulty nothing to do with Stampy. "Sqaishey if you're scared about that then...Don't be! I do respect your realtionships with other people it's just that...Why did you run away?" I had to tell her. I had to tell her about Dad. I had to. She may think I was lying but...Still. It would be the best thing to do.
"Because Farther hit me because of it..." I lifted up my shirt a crack to show her one of the many brusies that I got. At the last moment I realised that I was also showing off my stiches. Yet when I tried to pull down my top it was far too late.
"I know about him Sqaishey! We're living apart now. But how did you get those stiches? What happened?!" A wave of fear suddenly ran thoughout me. It wasn't because I was scared that she would find out but it was because...The child...The child! I got the branch though me a month ago! Did that affect the child? It was kicking a lot...Yet if it was affected wouldn't the doctor say something?! I ran my fingers though my hair before bursting into tears again. My Mother gently patted my back while I sobbed into her chest.
"It was because...When me and Stampy-We-We were climbing a tree and...I fell. I fell and landed face first onto a branch. I'm so-so-sorry that I didn't tell you but...I thought you were going to ban me from Stampy and I didn't want that!" I choked out into her chest. I pulled away from her and sat crossed legged on the sofa. "But..." I sighed deeply. "You know Aron?" She nodded, her facail expression changing from sad to scared. "Six months ago he forced me to...do it with him. It was horrible but...I think I'm pregnaut...And I'm scared..." She fell utterly silent.
"I'm so glad you told me Sqaishey. Hey, I know that none of this is your fault. So I won't blame you. How about you and Stampy go to the doctors tommorow? See what they can do. Listen, you weren't expected at all. I found out I wasn preganut with you five months in. I coped. It's going to be okay. Trust me." I blinked back the tears and nodded. "Okay. I will be at the hotel just down the street from here, okay? I'll visit you at around one tommorow afternoon." She pulled me into another hug before standing up and leaving. For a few seconds I did nothing but sit there in silence. That was until Stampy emerged from his room with a few dried tears stuck to his face.
We didn't say a single word. I don't think we could. I was happy that my Mother cared about my unborn child and all yet I was so scared for the safety of him or her. It was just because...The incident with the branch could've...Hurt it. It could've killed it! I pulled up my shirt a bit and ran my fingers over the sliver stiches that were embedded in my stomach. There was the same kicking sensation as I did so, quickly followed by another one. It was kicking and all yet...It could be hurt still. Maybe the reason it was kicking was because it was in pain? Another kick. This time it was slightly up higher than than where he/she last kicked me.
He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. The whole of his body was shaking, I could tell. For some reason I felt awful for him. He let me come into his house in the middle of the night! Not many people do that! Without him I would be stranded on the streets right now. In the cold, rain, and having a chance of getting murdered. Well...I would've got mudered if I hadn't called Stampy when I was getting beaten up. I'm shocked that my Mother didn't say anything about it. I ran my finger over my black eye and felt a few tears escape. Normally I would wipe them away but this time I honeslty didn't care.
Stampy made eye contact with me for a few moments before standing up and walking into the kitchen. I heard the familar sound of a kettle being turned on along with the sound of china cups hitting agaist each other. I rested my head agaist the back of the sofa and stared at the blank TV. It was around two in the morning so nothing would be on it anyways. And if there was something on TV it would either be nothing but adverts, really weird shows or music videos. I did kind of want to play Minecraft yet that meant that Stampy would have to open up his world. I would've taken my Xbox out of my bag yet when I got beaten up by that random girl all of my clothes got taken out and my Xbox disc drive got damaged.
At that moment Stampy walked back into the living room and placed two mugs of tea on the low down coffee table. The cup that he gave to me was plain white with a few yellow ducks on it. I couldn't help but crack a smile when I saw it. I grabebd my cup and rested my head on Stampy's shoulder. His shaking had calmed down a little bit but I could still tell that he was scared about something. For around ten whole minites we stayed utterly silent until he talked about the very thing I was thinking about. The branch inncident.
"The branch...What if it hurt the baby?" He whispered.
"We have to wait I guess...Waiting is the only thing we can do right now. I guess we will find out when...I either...Give birth to him/her or have an ultrasound. Even if she/he is hurt I will look after them no matter what. I won't let something like them being born with, say, without a leg or a deformed body part stop me from loving them. Even though this child is a suprise...They will be the best suprise." I replied truthfully. A small smile appaered across Stampy's face.
"That's why I know you're going to be a good parent. I know that you will protect him or her no matter what. After you finished your tea do you want to go to sleep?" He picked up his cup and took a sip of it, flinching while doing so. "Jeez, that's hot."
"That's kind of the point of tea? For it to be hot?" Stampy playfully pushed me away from him, pretending to be angry as well as upset at me. "Okay! I'm sorry! Anyway, I'm heading off to bed. Or...Chair. I guess." I placed my cup down onto the coffee table and started to walk towards Stampy's bedroom. I pushed past the door and thought about laying on his bed for a few seconds. We laid top and tail only a few hours ago yet I felt extremly akward. But...If I slept curled up in a ball on the chair then there would be a higher chance that the baby could get even more hurt.
I glanced behind me. The living room light was on which suggested that Stampy was still in there. I guess I should sleep on his bed...It would benifit me and the baby. Jeez...It still felt weird to think that I had an actual human inside of me that needed love, care, and support. Even before he or she was born! I just don't know how I was going to look after it with the few years of school I had left. Maybe...Just Maybe...I could get either my Mother to look after the baby or...Stampy...Did he know how to look after children? Most of his subscribers are children...I don't know!
I opened up my bag and rumaged though it. All I had left was my broken Xbox, my smashed phone, a grey jumper, some sleeping shorts and a black vest top. I stared down at myself. Ever since I came home from my week with Stampy I hadn't changed. Even when I was sleeping I didn't change. So I had been wearing the same, now dirty and bloodstained blothes for around three whole days. I pulled out my swearshirt, sleeping shorts and started to slowly pull my clothes off. They were still a little bit wet from all the rain eailer.
When I had finished changing I lifted the covers and slipped underneath them. I laid on my side and placed my hands over my stomach. When I did so I felt a few kicks just next to my stiches. The kicks weren't as violent as usual which meant the the baby was either extremly hurt so she/he couldn't kick or the baby was tired. I closed my eyes and tried my best to fall asleep. It was quite hard though as every ten seconds the baby would kick me. It didn't help that she/he was kicking me on the stiches which may have not been painful for the baby but for me it was.
At that moment I heard Stampy walk into the room and stand over me for a few seconds. There was the sound of some materail rubbing agaist each other. I opened my left eye and looked over at Stampy who was in the middle of changing. I knew that I shouldn't look at him yet I couldn't help but stare at how thin he was. I wasn't trying to sound mean but when he lifted his arms up you could see all of his ribs. I pulled the covers over my head and tried my best to get back asleep.
At some point I must've fallen asleep because I woke up to the feeling of my baby kicking me the hardest that she/he have ever kicked me. I bit into my tounge and swung my legs over the side of the bed. There was another sharp kick that ran thoughout the whole of my body. I stood up and as soon as I did so the baby kicked me yet again. This time it was right in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn't help but scream out loud. Stampy pushed his way into the bedroom and stared down at me. His eyes widened with horror. Why was he so scared all of a sudden?
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