I had no idea what was happening. One minute I was talking to my Dad, the next I was hearing Britt scream about the baby, then I was lying in the boot of a car. Andy's car.

I tried to move but it was too small and uncomfortable. Every time I attempted to lift my head up, I'd crash back down in even more pain than I was in to begin with.

Why the fuck was I even here?

What happened to Britt?

What happened to the baby?

I felt kinda sick. And claustraphobic. I guess I just wanted to go home. I mean, I'd never been good being away from Dad. Even at sleepovers to Uncle Alex's. I'd grown too attatched to my Dad; become too dependant on him. He was dependant on Mom, me and Chris though. When he felt like he was losing us, he drank himself to death and cut and cried and cut himself off from the world. That was what I was doing. But I was being forced away from it by 2 fucking psychotic whores who had really weird fetishes in sex.

I looked down to my wrists, realizing that I was scratching at them. I saw Dad do that sometimes. When he was really really really upset, his fingers would flinch towards his wrist.

Suddenly the car stopped and I bashed forwards against the back of some seats. Cradling my bruised arm, I whimpered and looked up as the boot was lifted open.

It was dark out.

"Andy?"

He smirked down at me. "Come on kid," he grumbled as he grabbed my arm and yanked me up out the car.

My legs felt heavy and body felt limp, but I was still dragged along with Andy towards some cheap looking motel. He grabbed a key card, slipped it through the lock and opened the door. Shoving me inside, he locked it again.

"Where's Britt?" I managed to croak out. "The baby...there was something wrong with the baby,"

"Don't worry," he murmured; grabbing my arms and lifting me up. He pulled me over to the single bed and pushed me down on it.

"But Britt-"

"Was dehydrated and overreacted," he explained. "She's getting a drip done. We'll be outta here by the morning,"

"Andy," I whimpered. "I wanna go home,"

He flexed his muscles in front of me, knealing down and sighing. "Well you know you'd be stupid to try running off again,"

I nodded as he wrapped me in blankets. "Andy?"

"What?"

"Do you love Britt?"

"Don't," he snapped. "She loves you,"

"No she doesn't,"

"Yes she fucking does! I've known her my whole life! You think I'd know when she loves someone! I'm the only one that knows the real her! And you listen to me right now, that girl fucking loves you. She's carrying your baby for fuck sake!"

"It could be yours!"

"No we always used protection,"

"Well-"

"And don't even say there's a 2 percent chance because-"

"I want it to be yours," I admitted. "I don't want a baby. I'll hurt it,"

"The only person you're hurting is yourself. You're too fucked up for your own good Danny. Now go to sleep, we're leaving soon,"

***

"Hey baby," Britt wrapped her arms around me as Andy closed the door. He'd just helped her in, she was still feeling a little sick. I guess I should probably be angry at her. She'd taken me away from my family and used me for sex, only to tell me that she loved me and have her fucked up friend beat me up.

But I had some feelings for her. So I didn't care about anything else.

"You ok?" I asked quietly, not looking up. I just kept my arms around her, my stomach pressing against hers.

"I'm fine," she smiled. "Sorry I scared you,"

"Right nice love scene, we gotta go." Andy said, barging past us to grab my wrist. He hoisted me away from Britt and dragged me towards the door.

"Wait!" She cried and Andy stopped, glaring at her.

"What? We need to get out of here. People are looking for this kid, you know?"

"I know," she murmured. "But it's 4 in the morning. We're all tired. We should just have a few hours to sleep and then we'll leave,"

"Britt we can sleep in the car!"

"We're not going," she said. "Now let go of him, we're going to bed."

***

Me and Britt were curled up on the single bed. I wanted to hold her, but she wouldn't let go. She seemed pretty out of it and just held onto me.

"Britt?"

"Yes baby?"

"Nothing," I said quietly. "I was just seeing if you were awake,"

"Oh. Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "It's just...do you really love me?"

"Of course I do," she promised and kissed my cheek. "Why?"

"Cause seeing you earlier, when I thought you were losing the baby, it just made me realize that I love you too,"

She smiled, taking my hand. "So you don't wanna go home?"

"I do..but I wanna stay here as well,"

"If we let you call your Dad a few times a week, will you promise to stay?"

"I promise,"

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