Our Secret

ten

my sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel as the hospital slowly got into view. i tried to calm myself with deep breaths. i murmur to myself as i find a parking space. maistir f's breathing is getting louder. how am i supposed to comfort him if im a mess myself? i park the car and hold his soft hand and take a deep breath, which brings me back to reality. i help him out of the car and and grab our bags. my hand grips his waist as we walk into the hospital. i rubbed his back as i saw stares coming our way. our normal may not look normal to others. i know how anxious maistir f is so i grip his hand tighter, not matter how sweaty his hands are. we walk up to the desk since we we're high priority i talk to the receptionist and we sign a few forms. after a few minutes a nurse comes over and takes us to a private room. i make sure he's comfortable before unpacking our things. a few nurses walk in to do a routine check. i watch as they slowly check his asshole and murmur to eachother. i watch them nervously before they stand up and smile. 'your baby seems quite excited, you're already 10cm dilated' we both beam at eachother while the nurses help prep the birth. i hear murmurs thirsting over maistir f's scent and i try to resist alpha mode. i decide i need to give the baby a good impression and throw on my most swag outfit. i smile in the mirror and whisper 'i look so poggers rn.' 

time goes by fast and before i know it, i hear the loud whines of maistir f pushing the baby out. i play his favourite artist, miku, to help him focus 'また、回るの!' he screams as he pushes harder. im screaming along with him, ignoring the warm liquid dripping down my legs. after what feels like eternity, we hear a loud wail and sigh in relief. the baby looked exactly like maistir f, his voluminous hair, his bright blue eyes and his vibrating ass cheeks. the baby seems to be in perfect health and we smile at eachother. as soon as maistir f opens his arms for the baby, the door slams open. the whole room looks at the figure. my eyes open wide. that black greasy hair? that eboy fashion? its.. him?

why is EboyCuddleBunny here? how did he get here? what does he want? so many questions run through my head as the nurses stare at him. a nurse tells him to kindly leave and he knocks her straight out. my eyes widen in bewilderment as screams echo around the room. maistir f recognises him and grips our baby tight as he watches this unfold. my instincts kick in as he approaches. im ready to strike but everything.. turns to black? i feel as if ive fallen into a void, i desperately try to fight it as i hear a familar shout. 'y/n!' it echoes around my head and im falling. im falling. i cant stop falling. why am i falling. where am i? who am i? i need to save them! save who? i am nothing. i cant do anything right.

i wake up slowly in a familiar room. i look around and see scribbled on posters and a messy floor. i step out of the room and walk around. its deadly silent, the only sound being my heavy breathing. i get to the kitchen and see a middle aged woman turn to face me. her face seems familiar but i cant seem to identify her. she says nothing and i frown as her cold eyes pierce into mine. suddenly her voice rings out, 'y/n? where is your tie?' i shrug and i feel a quick whip of air by my face followed by a sting. i stare in shock before she says 'get to school, you worthless brat.' i wipe my tears and hurry out the door.

everything feels so familiar but also... not real. my legs bring me to a big grey building, flooding with children. theres nothing unique in the crowd, no happiness. i gulp and take a step in and walk until i reach a door. as i go to open it i feel a cold splash over my head. i yelp and turn around. a tall brunette boy smirks as he looks at me. tears well again and i turn and run away, until my legs dont feel like anything.

i collapse on the ground and pant heavily. my vision is blurry and my face is wet with tears. 'hey? are you okay?' i look around trying to find the source of the voice. i shake my head and my vision clears up. a boy around 9 was holding out his hand. he wipes the liquid off my face with a cloth quickly. i sniff and wipe my tears. 'was it .....?' i nod and he shakes his head. 'that boy...' we end up chatting until class is about to start and we plan to meet again. i smiled for the first time in school and fixed my posture at my desk. i counted down the minutes until school ended and ran straight of class. he invited me to his house and we talked all day. 'will your mom be okay with you staying here this late?' i shook my head and he smiled. then why i show you some of my favourite songs? i nod enthusiastically and he beams. 'well first, my favourite artist is..'