Their Princess: outer banks

Aftermath

TW- swearing, talk of infant fatality, talk of death, mental/physical health, abusė, alcohol misuse, drūg misuse

Song for chapter 2:
Song name: All for us
Artist: Labrinth, Zendaya

Kathrine's pov:

The rain had stopped since I had been awake. Outside looked to be a mess. Branches and trees everywhere, most of the surrounding grounds had been flooded and debris was anywhere you looked like a blanket of trash. I knew the hurricane was going to be bad but not this bad...
Glancing at my phone, I saw that the time was 6:30am meaning I had been awake for two hours now. Rafe was still asleep and I gathered that the rest of the house was too.
I was leaning against the window frame staring aimlessly outside. Thinking was always a dangerous thing that I did, but it had become a recent thing since my teenage years at home. Sighing, I decided to get dressed. I grabbed; a pastel orange crop-top which I hadn't worn since last year, a pair of denim, light blue short-shorts and I pulled my golden locks into a high, messy bun on the top of my head. Then I sat next to Rafe (who was still asleep) and just scrolled through my phone, as I usually did when I had nothing better to do.

"Rafe!" Wards' voice could shatter glass when he wanted to, hell he could make the glass break on command. Thinking he run the place as usual (which he actually did) he barged into the room, waking my boyfriend up in the process. "You two up and downstairs in ten minutes we need all the help we can get re-organising the place after the hurricane." Luckily the man left after his speech.

"Someone's up early." Rafe groaned, throwing the covers off of the both of us and getting in the shower.
"That makes two of us." I mumbled, before feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket and answering it. It was the home number, "Hello?"
"Kat, when are you getting your ass back home you stupid girl? You should know better than to stay out with your friends partying all night. You have a family to look after." My fathers' voice boomed through the speaker. I rolled my eyes. He can be such an ass sometimes, but of course I couldn't say that to his face or he'd beat me to the pulp again.
"They're your kids, dad." I groaned, when was he going to look after his OWN children. I wasn't a good mother, I'm just a teenager.
"Not all of them are." He replied sternly.
"Dad, we've talked about this. Don't you remember all of those conversations we've had about this?" I whisper-shouted, making sure Rafe couldn't hear through the sound of the running water. I tried to stay strong whilst crying silently and internally screaming my heart out. Did my father really not remember?
"He's still yours." My father harshly said. I sighed, knowing I was never going to win this fight between me and my dad. And he was right anyway. Even if I didn't want a kid, I had had one. But no-one could know or they'd flip out (especially my lovers).
"I'm coming over after I help Ward clean up a bit." I told him, leaning back against the wall.
"Ward Cameron?" He asked, I just hummed. "You a Kook now? You leaving us for-"
"Don't start this now-"
"No, you listen to me to ungrateful piece of shit-" I hung up before he could get another word in. I could tell he was still drunk from last night and could practically smell the alcohol off his breath.

Finn was my kid. But it was more complicated than just that. He was my baby that I had when I was only fourteen when I gave birth to him. But as I grew up, he stayed a baby. He was a stillborn and it almost killed me, almost. When my baby died inside me. I blamed myself and when I finally gave birth many complications appeared. I suffered from a post-partum hemorrhage and went through a severe depressive state for about a year and a half afterwards. I think the only reason I kept going was because of my two best friends at the time: Victoria and Kiara. They were my anchors but that all fell apart when Vicky died and I started hanging out with Sarah... I missed Kie, I truly did.

"Hey... baby you ok?" "Baby?" "Kat!?" I shivered and dropped my phone as I snapped out of my daydream and back into the real world. Rafe was in front of me now fully dressed and hair gelled back. I hummed a response and gave him a light smile. "What's up with you at the moment?" He asked and I just shrugged and moved my head to his chest where I just started sobbing. "It's ok, Princess."
One of his hands held my head and his other wrapped a hand around my waist, "I'm sorry." I cried, grabbing a fistful of his shirt whilst he just held me there. "I- I... I'm-"
He shushed me and let me cry. I didn't even know why I was crying, that had happened four years ago. The last thing I needed was that trauma making another appearance because I was finally getting on with my life again.