𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜)

Chapter Nineteen: Oh How the Turn Tables

"I told you to be good!" he snapped at me, grabbing my hand and tugging me closer "you know what happens when you disobey" he growled and raised his arm.

I gasped awake before he could hit me. I felt like i couldn't breath. I also didn't know where i was. It was pitch black. Oh god. Not again. I started to cry and got up, touching the bed where i was laying; looking for blood. Someone grabbed both my arms and i screamed.

"He's dead!" i shrieked "you killed him" i I felt like i was back in donny's room for the first time once again. I just knew the baby was going to be a boy... i don't know how- but i knew.

"Shhh" he breathed "you're safe" dave said and stroked my skin softly. He put one of his hands up to my cheek. I crawled back next to him and sobbed. He turned on the lamp and light illuminated the room.

"He can't hurt you, baby" he whispered, holding me close to him "i love you" he said, his hand running through my hair rhythmically. I clawed at his skin- not on purpose... but i couldn't help it. I couldn't get him close enough to me. But he made me feel so safe. Eventually after who knows how long my breathing evened out again and i wasn't scratching his skin. I don't think he really minded, but i still felt bad. When i felt secure enough i lifted my head from his chest. I looked at the scratches on his back. They were bleeding. I covered my mouth with my hand and looked at him. He held my hand

"Dave-" i choked "dave oh my god, honey i'm so sorry" i got up and went to the kitchen, getting a washcloth so i could clean up where i'd hurt him. It hurt me to hurt him. I was sobbing as i put it on his shoulders.

"It's okay" dave chuckled "I've had worse" he was right, the wound wasn't serious at all but i felt so terrible "trust me, just go back to sleep"

"I can't" i whispered and he opened up his arms for me to hug him. I crawled on his lap and he put his arms on my hips holding me here. I wrapped my arms around his neck. It felt so good. I wanted him to hold me there forever until the end of time. i wished i wasn't in this whole mess. Because i'd have to go back to donny sooner or later. He wouldn't just let this go. But dave was so warm. He made me feel safe and happy.

"Did someone die?" he asked softly in my ear. I pressed myself closer to him and bit my lip. I couldn't tell him. It would break his heart even more than me being gone. But thankfully i didn't have to tell him at all... i was already pregnant again. I didn't answer him, though, and he didn't ask again.

He didn't make me go to school the next day- thank god. Around six in the morning dave called junior over to hang out with me so i didn't get scared or bored while dave slept. Because damn he needed it. So me and junior sat on dave and i's bed, playing cards while dave layed next to me; his head in my lap as i gently ran my hands through his hair while he slept quietly.

"So, it was donny?" he asked, clarifying what i'd just told him. I wasn't sure why i was telling it all to him- but i didn't want to hold it in. i nodded and played my cards.

"He was horrible" i said quietly "he had the grossest fantasies... and he always called me his pet" i cringed, and so did junior "he made it seem like i had all this freedom, but really, i didn't. Sometimes if i wasn't good enough he'd lock me in various rooms for days on end. Only coming in if he wanted something... he told me that he wanted me because i was young- and dating dave. He's got some sort of weird obsession with getting me pregnant, and i'm basically his princess" i said, trying my hardest not to cry. He touched my shoulder.

"That must have been scary... im proud of you" he said and gave me the biggest smile. And- well it really helped. He won the game, but only because i let him.