I know I didn't mean it. When I told Britt I wanted to stay. But I had to say it. I had to make it seem like I really wanted to stay. I'd tried escaping before and that only got me hurt. I was going to have to play a different game now. 

Well at least, that's what I thought I was going to do.

It started off with "I'll lead them on for a few days, then I'll get away"

But a few days turned into a few weeks, and a few weeks turned into a few months, and a few months turned into 8.

I didn't even phone my Dad. I missed him a lot, but I'd become so fixed on this baby. That was the only reason I stayed, I guess. It felt weird, seeing it grow inside her. I didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl but she was supposed to have it in a few weeks. 

I wanted to say I'd just stay until then, but I knew I wouldn't be able to leave a baby alone with Britt and Andy. Britt would abuse it, Andy would rape it. 

Britt was really fat.

Well, that was a bad way to put it. She was really pregnant.

But fat all the same. She was definitley having an obese baby, it was just fucking huge in her stomach. She could barely walk. It was disgusting, kind of. Well the stretch marks and all. But Andy took care of her. I just sat in the background, feeling like some fucked up sex slave.

I didn't want to cut anymore though. I already got enough pain from Andy. Sometimes he just got mad and struck out. Sometimes I deserved it.

I didn't do anything now though. I just kept my mouth shut unless I was spoken to. It felt like I'd been brainwashed. I wanted to speak but I couldn't. I was so scared but I couldn't get away. I missed my family but I refused to think of them. 

My life was just fucked up. More so than it had been in the first place. And it was my fault.

***

"You fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!"

I could hear Andy and Britt fighting. I was sat on the edge of my bed in one of their friends homes. He was a drug dealer, and was out for 12 hours a day. We'd been staying here for a while. 

"Just because it's not your baby!" Britt screamed. 

They were in the basement. I don't know why, I think there where drugs down there and they wanted to smoke. Well Andy did. Britt actually cared about the baby in some twisted way. 

"That stupid kid doesn't deserve your baby! He doesn't deserve you!"

"But I love him Andy!"

"Why? He's just some fucked up, traumatized little boy-"

"Shut up about him!"

"No! You shut the fuck up, Britt! That baby can rot in hell!"

All I heard was fighting.

So I got up, went over to the stairs and looked down them. I could see shadows. The shaddows were fighting. Well one of them was. One shaddow had clenched fists and was striking at the other shaddow which fell down.

"B-Britt?"

Andy looked over to me and glared. "You fucking bitch," he hissed and stormed over to me. Grabbing my arm, he pulled me over to the basement and shoved me down the small flight of stairs. I whimpered a little as my body crashed down and looked around the room.

Britt was lying on the floor, clutching her stomach. 

"Britt?" I whimpered and crawled towards her. As I reached for her hand, the door slammed and left us in darkness. I slipped my fingers through hers. "B-Britt?"

"Danny," she whimpered. "Danny the baby. He..he hit the baby and-"

She started screaming, really really loud. And I had no idea what to do. I brought my hands up to my ears, covering them furiously. I was too scared. I didn't know what to do. I was just so so scared.

"Danny," she whimpered and took my hands away from my ears. "Danny, baby, it's ok. It's ok."

It wasn't though, she kept screaming.

"Danny try and get the door open," she gasped. "Please, go!"

So I obeyed her. I stood up and rushed over to the door. I don't know how I managed to see in the darkness but thankfully I made it up the steps. Twisting my fingers around the handle, I tried to pull it open.

Locked.

"No!" I screamed as I pounded my fists against the door. "Andy! Andy open the door! Open the fucking door! Open the door!"

"Danny!" Britt screamed. "Oh my God Danny! The baby! Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god,"

"Britt," I rushed back down to her body and held her hand tightly. SHe squeezed it hard as she cried out. I didn't know what to do though, I didn't know what to do.

"Danny," she wheezed. "The baby, I think...I think it's coming. Oh my God, it's coming!"

"No!" I panicked. "I don't know what to do! Britt what do I do?!"

"Just," she tugged on my hair and pulled me close to her. "Just please, get it out of me. Get it the fuck out of me,"

"I don't know how," I cried. "I can't-"

"Danny the baby will fucking die if it doesn't get out safely! Do you want that?!"

"No!"

"THen help me!"

"But I-"

"Look," she breathed. "I'm gonna push and you've..you've just gotta look and take it when it comes out,"

"I can't do that!"

"Why not? Cause you're scared? We're all scared Danny! Just do it!"

***

"Danny, it's gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok. It's gonna be o...oh my fucking God! Andy just open the fucking door!"

Britt was squeezing my hand so fucking hard. I didn't blame her. She was locked in a basement., giving birth with a 15 year old boy freaking out way more than she was.

I was so scared.

This baby was gonna fucking die.

"Britt," I whimpered. She was just in her t-shirt, everything else was across the room. SHe was crying and screaming and panicking. But so was I. I was so fucking scared.

Her body arched back, another scream errupting from her. This scream was worse than the others. We'd been like this for at least 30 minutes now. We were both so fucking scared.

"Danny I think," she sucked in a deep breath. "I think it's coming Danny,"

I didn't want to look but I knew I had no choice. Looking down, I cringed at all the blood and whimpered more when I saw the head of a baby.

"Is it there?" She demanded through hyperve tilating.

"Yeah," I whimpered.

She screamed, pushing as hard as she could. She cried and bit her lip, tugging on it like i did with my lip ring. She'd started to pick up on that.

"Oh my God!" She screamed. "Danny, Danny tell me it's ok. Please God, tell me it's ok,"

"It's gonna be ok," I said quietly. "It's..it's gonna be ok,"

***

Britt was quiet now. She was only breathing, that's all. There was no screaming, no whimpering, no crying. Just silence.

I felt numb.

I was watching the baby slowly tip out of her. It was crying, but not loud. I just couldn't get my head wrapped around this. There was a baby, my baby, coming out of the women who had forced me away from my family.

I should hate her and the baby.

But I just couldn't.

I couldn't hate something so innocent.

Britt's body clenched up, I could tell she was pushing harder. I knew it hurt, I knew she was scared. But so was I. I was fucking terrified.

I slowly brought my hands forwards, reaching towards the baby. And as it fell out, I held it in both my palms.

It was a boy, a baby boy covered in blood, crying.

I held him close to me, I couldn't even see him properly. I just wanted him to know that I was his Dad, that I was going to keep him safe for the rest of his life.

And I was going to say something to Britt, let her know that she'd just given birth to a baby boy.

But then something happened, and as I looked towards her, I saw the head of a baby.

Another baby.

***

"Britt wake the fuck up! Get the fuck up!" She was completely out of it and wouldn't open her eyes. She was unconscious, couldn't even realize she was giving birth to twins.

2 fucking babies.

The 2nd baby was more or less out but I didn't know what to do. Was a girl. But it wasn't crying, it wasn't doing anything. It's arms were flaring around, so I rushed back down to where it struggled.

"No," I whimpered. "Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok, please be o-fucking-kay!"

I tried to pick her up but she was still attatched to Britt in some way. Everytime I tried to pull her away, she was pulled back.

Maybe the ambilicol chord was wrapped around her or something.

I felt my hands over her body, trying to find it. And I froze completely once I found it around her neck.

"No!" I screamed. She was choking! She couldn't breathe! "No, no, no!"

I didn't know how to get it off. It was so dark, I couldn't see. I didn't want to use too much force in case I broke her. I mean, she was so small.

"No baby, please don't die!" I screamed. "Andy! Andy open the fucking door! The baby's dying!"

ANd then suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the door. It unlocked, and opened and Andy stared at the bloody mess on the floor. He rushed down the stairs, and the little light that was here let me see where the chord was. I hooked my fingers under it but as I tried to lift it up over her head, I was pulled back.

"NO!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Andy hissed. "You don't deserve Britt! You don't deserve these babies!"

"SHe's dying! No Andy!"

"You deserve to fucking die! You can die along with your fucked up, sick family! You'll all die in here! All of you!"

"No!"

Andy dragged me to the centre of the basement. He shoved me down to the floor, kicking me repeatedly until I found it too hard to move. And then he stormed upstairs, going to get something I think, otherwise he would've locked the door.

I tried to move towards Britt, towards my dying baby but I could barely reach. But then I got an idea. Britt's jeans were close to me, so I pulled them towards me.

Flipping out her phone, I scrolled down on the contacts. I knew she had my Dad on the contacts from when she used to let me call him.

So I dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Dad," I choked.

"Oh my God! Danny!"

"Dad," I whimpered. "Dad, Dad I'm scared,"

"Where the fuck are you?!"

I tried my best to remember. "A house..near Britt's appartment,"

"You're so close," he whispered. "Oh my God, you're not even far away!"

"Dad the baby's dying," i cried. "The baby's dying-"

"What? She's really fucking pregnant?!"

"The baby's dying!"

Andy came back downstairs, a rope in his hands. He dragged himself down, muttering things.

"Time to fucking die, -"

"Danny who the fuck is that?!"

"Andy," I whispered.

"Get off the fucking phone," Andy hissed and grabbed my shoulders. Yanking me up, he held me tightly with one arm whilst the other threw the rope over a wooden post under the ceiling.

"No!" I screamed. "Dad! Dad! I want my Dad!"

"I hope you all burn in hell," Andy growled and tightly wrapped the rope around my neck. Tying it into a knot, he pulled on a loose end and my feet fell an inch off the ground.

"No!" I screamed. I could feel the circulation in my neck stopping, could hear myself choking as I tried to pull the rope from my skin. "Dad! Dad!"

Andy just looked at me, no remorse in his eyes. He just stared in amazement.

"Dad...Dad," I couldn't even get my words out anymore. I could feel myself, just slipping away. Could feel the touch escaping my body.

I was dying.

Just like my 2 babies, just like Britt, just like I should have when I jumped out of the car.

I just hoped my Dad wouldn't be too mad at me for leaving.

"Danny,"

That was the last thing I heard. John's voice. My grandfather's voice was the last thing I heard before I slipped away. 

( NOT THE END )

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