Fixing What's Broken (bxb, Mpreg)

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Oliver's P.O.V

Flashback, 10 years old

I don't know why I trusted her like I did. I was little, homeless, and lost back then. It had all been new to me- the orphanage that I was previously living in burned down and no other sane facility wanted a neko in their building. Our species was frowned upon by the human race. It wasn't too uncommon to hear about a mass hybrid shooting. Sad thing was nobody really got in trouble for doing it, even when they were children.

I was sitting down in a small, dark alley, my fluffy white tail curled around my waist and belly. I didn't miss the orphanage anyways. The man that ran it would call me his 'special friend' and touch me in bad places. He told me to keep it a secret, and that nobody would care anyways. So I kept my mouth shut about it, taking whatever it was that he did without complaint.

Maybe that's why I'd end up a submissive years down the road.

It escalated quickly, and soon the touches would get more rough and inappropriate until he took me into his office late one night, undressed me, and raped me. I cried and begged for him to stop, but he slapped my cheek, glaring at me as he used me.

After it was all over, I limped back to my bed I shared with a few other children, who were all thankfully asleep. Bleeding and bruised, I curled up into a tight ball and cried myself to sleep.

This continued to happen until the fire, and I never saw most of them again. I just wandered down the streets, dug through garbage tins, and drank whatever rain collected in the cracks of the pavement. Life was hard, especially being so young, but I sucked it up and dealt with it.

At my young age, I didn't understand it the way I would years later. I had been living on the streets for a month or so, and I started getting sick. I would throw up violently, my small body curled in on myself. I was hungrier and got tired quicker. I thought I had some sort of disease or parasite because my stomach was bulged out in a swollen bump.

I was carrying his child. A child from that sick bastard that had used me over and over again. I had no idea, but it was growing inside of me, taking the little nutrients that I took in and making me weaker until, a week later, it was difficult to move.

So here I was, sitting in that cold alley, silent tears running down my face. I felt ready to fall asleep, but I was afraid that I wouldn't wake up if I did. So I forced myself to keep my light blue eyes open, focused on my belly.

"Hey! Boy!" I heard, and I craned my neck up to see an older woman, maybe thirty, looking back at me. She wore a sickeningly sweet smile on her face as she looked me over. "Your homeless, ya?"

I was taught to respect humans, so I struggled to my feet and bowed awkwardly to her, my ears bent back. "Y-yes, ma'am," I replied in a quiet voice.

Her eyes traveled down to my stomach, and for just a moment, she frowned. "You a prostitute, kid?" She hummed, gesturing to my belly with a simple nod to her head.

I didn't know that word, so I tilted my head and cocked my ears in confusion. She chuckled a bit, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, I guess not. Was wondering how you got yourself pregnant is all. You look pretty young. How old are you?"

Great, another word I didn't know. I pretended like I did though, unsure. "I'm ten." I managed to get out, making her eyes widen.

"Oh, wow. Do... do you want to come with me, little one?" She asked, now seeming hesitant as she held out a hand for her.

I perked up at the offer. Was she going to get me off of the streets? Adopt me, even? So I smiled and nodded, making my way over to her slowly, still feeling weak. She sighed quietly and led me to a car. "Get in, okay? I need to stop somewhere first."

"Okay," I replied, sliding in carefully. The car seemed new and expensive, and I felt bad for getting in because I was dirty from the streets. She didn't seem to mind, though, getting in on the drivers side while tapping on her phone.

I watched through the windows as the scenery went by, ears back. It took maybe fifteen minutes before the vehicle came to a stop outside of a dark-looking building. "Come out with me, yeah?" She asked, her mood dropping considerably.

Being the naïve child I was back then, I smiled and nodded, getting out, feeling my belly flutter with movement. I looked down at it and put a hand there to feel a tiny movement against my hand, making me frown.

"What's wrong?" She asked, seeming a bit worried as she looked down at my hand. "Do you feel like something is wrong with it?"

I shook my head. "My belly moved." I replied, sounding confused and slightly panicked. Did that mean I was going to die?

Her face softened for a moment. "'M sorry." She muttered under her breath, going over to one of the doors at the side of the old building, knocking briefly. Seconds later, a tall, thin man came out, holding a collar attached to a short leash.

His eyes landed on me, and he looked me over, giving a soft sound of disapproval as he dug into his pocket and slipped a few wads of cash into the womans hand. She glanced at me and hurried back to the car, giving me one last sad look before speeding off.

Yet again terrified, I turned back to the man. He calmly walked over to me and slipped the collar around my neck, tightening it to the point it was hard to breath. Without looking back or uttering a word, he tugged on the leash and led me to the building.

I knew I was f.ucked from the moment that I stepped foot in there. There were cages, hundreds of them, each one holding a neko. I started to shake as he led me into another room, past all the curious, sad faces.

The man chained me to the wall, making it unable to move. I struggled as he pulled out a knife, a small, sick smirk on his face. "We gotta get that thing outta ya so we can start yer trainin'," He snarled.

I screamed as he plunged the blade into my stomach. He twisted it, and the more cat part of me felt the sharp sting of loss as the baby I didn't know that I was carrying was killed. The fact that it had died was more painful to me then the knife actually inside of me. It was gone.

From that day forward, my life would only get worse.