Gallavich Baby

Untitled Part 4

The months had slowly progressed and Mickey was showing more in his pregnancy and sooner or later Terry would find out. He wore his brother's shirts to hide his big belly.

One morning he was getting out of the shower and just as he was out of the shower when Terry had barged in and saw his son dripping wet, but what had caught his attention was his giant rounded stomach.

"What the fuck is this?! The fuck is wrong with you boy?" Terry asked in a drunken snarl. "You pregnant or something? Why the fuck you so fat?"

"Don't worry about it, you're drunk. Go sleep it off" Mickey told his father.

"No you're gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, now"

"Get the fuck away from me dad"

The older man had roughly grabbed his son's arm, yanking him towards him. Mickey tried getting out of his father's hold, he tried shoving him back but to no avail he couldn't do it.

Terry had yanked his son so hard he pulled Mickey's shoulder out of socket causing the dark-haired kid scream in pain as his shoulder felt like it was on fire as the pain was setting in.

Looking at his son drop to his knees, shielding his stomach, the older man looked at his son with anger and disgust. "That abomination needs to die"

That comment fired up the teen boy as he stood up carefully. "My daughter is not an abomination. The only abomination in this family that needs to die is you"

"And are you gonna kill me, boy? You ain't got the balls"

"Don't tempt me to do it"

Mickey's newly found strength was growing more and more with each passing day, he was still afraid of his father but what the old bastard wasn't gonna do is talk about his baby. Nobody would get away with talking about his baby girl.

Forcing his way past his father, shoving him into the wall Mickey had gone to his room and started to get dressed. None of his clothes had fit him anymore and neither were his brothers but he made it work. They couldn't afford new clothes.

He managed to slide on some boxers, larger sweatpants, and one of his brother's shirts. The teen boy was trying to take it easy, he was nearing the end of his pregnancy and could go into labor any day now. His bastard father wasn't helping.

Once he was dressed he went for the stairs to get out the house and get to Ian, Terry chased after him. Mickey had finally got down the stairs when his father reached out grabbing his arm where his shoulder was out of socket. When the teen boy struggled to get away from his father everything happened so fast, he had lost his balance slipping backwards and hit his head on the wood door.

His vision was getting blurry, stars clouding his vision. Darkness had started overcoming him. He tried to get up but he couldn't move. Soon the darkness had consumed the teen boy as he fell unconscious.