Game Over: Life's Over

No Throwing

Sorry this chapter is a little late! I wanted to make sure I got it right for you all before I posted it. Enjoy!

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Eric and Theo knew how to push my buttons. They knew how much I hated the thought of getting used to my life with all the changes that I had to endure. They saw how miserable it made me at times. Yet they still pushed back until I had no other option but to give in.

I fought hard against using a pacifier when Dr. Simmons suggested it. I fought them on wearing diapers, even when it was obvious that I needed them. I tried so hard to keep my regression away but it was stronger than me. It pushed against me so much that any slip-up or attempt at getting my mind off of it only brought it back stronger. There was a point where my body and mind couldn't fight back any longer.

I was sure Mom was tired of holding me. She hadn't left the hospital since she came and was always in the room with me. Ever since I'd woken up, I cling to her. I couldn't tell if it was the baby coming out in me or my fear rising to the surface. I'd never needed Mom that much in my life before.

I had a feeling that she was enjoying it as much as I was. It was hard not to take advantage of the new bond we were growing. I grew up independent so I never needed her. Now, I needed her for almost everything.

I had been holding my emotions back fairly well considering there was less space to store them in my body now. I didn't have meltdowns or cry over little things and it was a nice change for me. But it didn't last long.

I woke up from sleep as if my alarm went off too early and I wasn't ready to wake up. I opened my eyes and immediately saw the stuffed rabbit lying in the bed beside me. It was tucked up against my side and I suspected I had been using it while I slept.

Curse my stupid body for wanting it.

Letting out a huff, I threw the bunny onto the floor, getting it as far away from me as I could. I didn't know how it had even gotten there.

Mom noticed I was awake then and sat up. "Jake, we don't throw our toys."

"I told you I didn't want it." My voice came out all high-pitched and laced with disdain as if I'd eaten something bad. I didn't even try to hide how annoyed I was.

Theo looked at Eric and Mom with a look of caution on his face. Then he turned to me. "That doesn't mean you can throw it. You could have hurt it."

"I hope I did."

"What if your mom wanted it?" Theo picked up the bunny and handed it to Mom.

I rolled my eyes. "Mommy doesn't want it."

Mom set the bunny in her lap and brushed the fur on the top of its head. The way she looked at it made it seem like she really wanted it. "I don't know why you don't want him. He's so soft and fluffy. I think I'll keep him with me so he gets the love he deserves."

The way Mom was speaking about the bunny made it sound like she was taking it from me. A deep frown formed on my face. I didn't want Mom to take my bunny from me. "But it's my bunny."

Theo looked at me with a raised brow. "Are you going to be nice to the bunny?"

With a serious expression on my face, I nodded.

Mom held out the bunny for me. I took it and pulled it against my chest so it columdn't be taken from me again. It was my bunny, not anyone else's.

"Be nice to your bunny, baby. We don't want to have to take it because you're hurting it."

I looked up at her and nodded. "Okay."

"And no more throwing. We won't give your bunny back to you if you keep throwing it."