Just an rp John Laurens background

Age 16

[(slight mention of rape)] ((John is transgender{ftm} in this))

~Laurens pov~

It was  about a week after my mother died, the only person who helped and respected me. I didn't want to get out of bed. I was so done with everything and everyone. Getting called lazy every day didn't make me want to move. It got to the point where I'd stop eating due to the people in my life telling me to stop moping and get a life. She was my life. It was like them telling me too get a new mom. i didn't want that, i wanted her back. as i curled up hugging the tear soaked pillow i felt a cold hand on my back. i jumped as i saw Francis' obvious drunk expression. "hey.." i mumble and he slowly starts to rub my thigh. he doesn't respond just smirks as he rubs my thigh. "Francis..? you know i don't like this.." i scoot away from him slightly. "babe.. i haven't even done anything thing.." he says when i hug the pillow tighter and take his hand off my thigh. "you never want to do anything with me anymore. you just mope.. now come on." he continues, getting on top of me and rubbing my sides. i try to push him off "i really don't want this right now.." I gulp. "it will be fine.. just take off your clothes for me"  i hate seeing myself naked, it sickens me so much. i am no where close to comfortable with what hes going to force me into. i haven't had my surgery's yet and i can't have them for a bit. i shake my head and try to push him off me again. "Francis. i don't want to do this.." he isn't listening, he slips my shirt off me and i start crying. "shut up." he groans, obviously very drunk and mad.
[(skip over the r a p e bc i don't feel comfortable writing the rest)]

i woke up after a very shit night sleep. i quickly got out of the bed and silped on a binder, a hoodie and some random pj pants. i spend the next few hours curled up in the corner of the room just sobbing, just hoping that didn't happen.

its been a week or two since that happened and i get a strange urge to throw up. i quickly get up and go to the bathroom. sitting by the toilet i start to throw up in it. "oh fuck.. no.." i mumble and flush the toilet. i look though the cabinet under the sink and grab a pregnancy test. sighing and tearing up i take the test. after about a hour i check the test and my eyes go wide. i shake my head and hug my knees still holding the pregnancy test. "why the fuck are you crying now?" i hear Francis' voice as he grabs the test out of my hand. "why are you crying? this is great"

"im only 16..! i don't want this kid..!" i scream as tears stream down my face. "its your fau-.." i get cut off. "you're keeping the kid whether you like it or not!" Francis blocks me from going anywhere. "its murder if you abort it." i felt my heart drop as i felt more and more scared of someone i thought i could trust. "i- its not murder.." i manage to say before he storms out of the bathroom. "he'll kill me if i abort it.." i say through my sobs.