Y/n means your name.
Kyrie?” panic crept into your voice as you spoke through the bathroom door, “Kyrie!” you started to yell.
“Yeah, love?” you heard his words echo down the hall.
You looked clutched your stomach, staring at all the blood in your underwear, “Kyrie…” a sob took over your breath.
“Y/N?” his voice got louder as his footsteps fell on the floor, “Y/N, what’s going on?” he didn’t bother to wait outside the door, quickly swinging it open and stepping on to the tile.
His eyes fell upon you, face in your hands. Your body was shaking with silent sobs as you breathed heavily. It took him a moment to register what was happening and you could feel him tense, “No. No,” his jaw clenched, “Jesus fucking Christ!" You glanced up from your hands just in time to see his fist connect with the wall, leaving a dent edged by cracking paint. He turned away from you, bringing his hands to his face, "Three fucking times,” his voice was full of rage.
You had never seen him this upset and his pain called you away from yours, if only for a moment. You stood, “Kyrie…” and went towards him, expecting him to wrap his arms around you.
“No, Y/N,” he snapped at you, backing away just barely, “What the hell happened?”
You stopped, startled by his reaction, “I–I don’t know…It’s the same as last time–It just, it happened…” you felt your lip shake as the tears threatened again.
His jaw clenched and unclenched as he ran his fingers through his hair, turning away from you again–but not before you saw how dark his eyes had become, “This doesn’t "just happen,” Y/N. Things like this don’t just fucking happen,“ his voice got louder, "What the hell did you do?”
You couldn’t believe what was happening. This was not the Kyrie you had married. You felt your stomach drop in addition to the painful cramps radiating through your abdomen, “What did I do?”
“Well it’s not like that baby was inside me,” poison coursed through his words.
Each syllable hit you like a bullet, “I didn’t do anything, Kyrie,” you whispered. “How can you blame me for this? I didn’t want this to happen," He refused to look you in the eyes as salty tears fell from yours.
He looked at the ceiling, clenching his fist and throwing his arm back to hit the wall again. You stumbled back, frightened by this stranger that seemed to have taken over your husband’s body. His hand left a gaping hole in the dry wall.
"I’m going to Kevin's,” he muttered, stomping out of the bathroom.
You didn’t even try to stop him as a frozen chill settled over your shoulders. You took a haggard breath, your mind buzzing. You didn’t understand what was happening. Who even was that? It wasn’t the man you loved, let alone the one you wanted to raise a child with.
As you fell to the floor, still covered in blood, you felt your world collapse around you. With a ripping agony, you realized a baby wasn’t the only thing you’d lost that night.
