𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

"𝓒𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓐𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓼"

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 23

Parking his car in the courtyard, Mr. Houston came back home after long work at his office. He wanted to be home and greeted by his beautiful daughter Evelyn and kissed by his wife, but most importantly, he wanted to cuddle and talk with his unborn child whom he was given news about is going to be a boy. His future generation.

But all that came crashing down.

The moment he opened the front door of his house, his eyes grew wide as he saw his wife being pushed down the stairs, her body tumbling harshly down each step as she tried her best to protect her stomach. Her cries and wails filled his ears, but somehow, Mrs. Houston couldn't move, he watched everything until she laid right at his foot motionless.

"Oh! Welcome home Daddy!" the sound of a cheerful child snaps him back to reality. Looking up at the head of the stairs stood Evelyn, happily rocking on her heels as she greeted him with a full smile: showing her teeth. One hand was behind her back while the other waving up at him, but in that hand was a knife. A bloodied knife.

"I was bored! Me and Mommy were playing a game!" Evelyn chuckled, wiping her cheek causing a stain of blood to stay there, "And Brahms gave me an idea what to play with Mommy!" Mr. Houston gulped saliva, too scared to look down at his wife as he maintained eye contact with Evelyn from where he stood. Forcing the corner of his mouth to smile at his daughter he asked, "W-What game, my dear Evie?"

"A game to see if my little brother would survive."

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"Wait!" Greta let out a gasp before quietening herself, looking around to see if her tone had caused anyone's attention in the house. But Evelyn continues to play her piano from upstairs.

"Instead of calling the police on this. He chooses to protect Evelyn?" Greta hisss, not wanting to believe the stupidity of Mr. Houston. Malcolm nods his head, "People said that Evelyn was his first joy of being a father figure, knowing he was losing one, he didn't want to lose her too. I guess."

"What happened to her. Did she... die?" Greta asked.

"No," Malcolm let out a sigh, "Mr. Houston was able to save his wife but like he expected not the child. To save her, the doctor had to remove the unborn child from her womb, and that devastated Mrs. Houston."

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Evelyn is in the hospital room of her brother. The beeping sound of the monitor told her that her mother was in safe condition. Mr. Houston was outside with the doctor, dealing with the paperwork and some police. He didn't call them, but the doctors did. Seeing as it was a clear stab wound through the womb, they grew concerned and called the authorities.

But Evelyn wasn't scared, she knew her father loved her too much to say anything.

"You monster." Looking up from the book in her lap given by her father, Evelyn made eye contact with Mrs. Houston: who was glaring so hard at her. Her eyes were red from tears and her face was swollen from the impact she took at the fall and being covered in bandages and wires. It made Evelyn laugh at how unintimidating her mother was.

"Monster?" Evelyn hums, going back to look at her children's book, as she continues to sip her juice box and swing her legs about, "Daddy said that monsters aren't bad people. They just don't have enough love." Evelyn looks back up at Mrs. Houston on the hospital bed, her eyes no longer glistering like a child's. It became dark as she continued, "And I won't have enough if that thing was born."