The Rose - Solby story - M-preg book

Positive - 9

⚠️Trigger warning⚠️ self-harm and abuse, if you don't like that type, then skip this chapter.

Colby's dream:

I was in the bed asleep, as I felt like throwing up, so I ran to the bathroom.

I was throwing up in the bathroom, and then I felt hands pull my hair. "W-who is this?" I asked as I looked up flushing the toilet.

I stood up and saw Sam as he crossed his arms. "What do you think you are doing?" He asked with frustrating and anger, just looking straight at me.

"I-I think I'm pregnant." I said as he looked shocked at me, and slapped me. "You f@g. You whore, you should be ashamed of yourself!" He yelled at me pushing me to the ground.

"N-no this I-is not real. This Is j-just a d-dream." I said beginning to sob.

"Aww is the f@g crying." He cooed looking down at me.

"Colby?"

"I d-didn't do anything t-to you. Why a-are you d-doing this to me?" I asked in slight confusion, and still sobbing.

"Colby!"

Sam slammed me against the wall in the bathroom. I was looking at him, still sobbing but a little less loud.

"You don't deserve anyone." He said making me fall to the ground as he released he's grip.

"Colby, wake up please!" I heard someone yell. I couldn't see anything now. It was all black, and could only hear yelling.

"Wake up. Love." I heard sob. It was Sam. Nobody besides him calls me that.

I felt stinging at my stomach. I suddenly saw Sam, holding a knife and run towards me. He pushed me against the wall, and pushed the knife into my stomach. "What are you doing?!" I said loudly beginning sob once again.

"This is what you deserve. For being a whore." He said as I just cried, he disappeared.

-dream over-

I jolted up, tears from my eyes, sweating like hell, and panting for breath. "Hey. You're okay. What happened?" He asked holding his arms around me. "N-nothing." I said as I was still out of breath sweating.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Love." He said kissing my forehead. "I-I just had a bad d-dream. It was about me, being p-pregnant, and you not s-supporting it. And p-ushing a knife into my pregnant belly." I sobbed out the last part. He hugging me again.

"Hey it wasn't real okay? But we are not sure if it was real. It could be, but I'm here with you, by your side from now and on." He said to me as I cried into his chest as I fell asleep.

-time skip-

I woke up from having bad dreams again, the same dreams as earlier. The time was now 4:35 am in the morning.

I went to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet seeing a razor blade, and I took it out, just watching it. I slowly cut my wrist. Deeper. Deeper. And deeper.

I heard knocking on the door. "Hey are you okay, Love?" He asked through the door from the other side. "Y-yeah. I'm coming out in a bit." I said cleaning my cuts taking a hoodie on.

I walked out of the bathroom. "Why are you wearing a hoodie?" He asked as I looked at the floor and sat down on the bed. "It's cold." I said no emotions.

"Are you okay, Love?" He asked touching my shoulder. "Yeah I'm okay." Still no emotions. "Seriously take that hoodie off or you'll get hot and pass out." He said clearly caring about me. "No." I said looking at him. "Please?" He pleased looking at me with dog eyes.