Finn Wolfhard was always known for being... A bit bizarre, but who would've guess he was going to go on killing spree all throughout Athens, Georgia? No one.
After years and years of constant mental and physical abuse given by her mother and father...
"What the fuck are you doing here, Wolfhard?" I whined, attempting to sit up with both of my arms cuffed to my bed.
His head shot up. His eyes were red and puffy and his bottom lip was torn up by bite marks.
"You're okay." He sighed.
"Duh," I scoffed. "Will you go get the fucking nurse or something? My wrists are killing me."
"Y/n no. You could have internal damage or something. You shouldn't move." Finn said, holding on to my forearm.
"Oh my God, will you stop?" I spat, "You don't give a shit about me or the fucking kid, so just go back to your plaything. I don't need you."
"Y/n— I'm sorry..."
"Oh you're sorry? Well I have news for you, Finn, I don't fucking care! You said yourself that you want nothing to do with the baby and for the time being the baby is a literal part of me! So you either want both of us or none of us."
"Y/n please." He whimpered.
"Just get out!"
Time Skip >> Three Weeks
I looked up when I heard the gentle wrap of knuckles against the door.
I'd been in medical for weeks, they were uncertain of my condition and demanded I stay longer, but after about two days they stopped restraining my arms and allowed me to eat on my own. After the third day I was allowed to have visitors from my block.
"Hey baby mama." Gaten greeted me as he shut the door behind him. "How ya feeling?"
"I don't know. How would you feel if you were only fifthteen weeks pregnant and already fucking up?" I asked, sarcastically smiling.
"Oh shut the fuck up, Y/n. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why am I trapped in medical?"
"Because your baby daddy is kind of a dipshit." He replied. I laughed at his remark and threw my box of tissues at him.
"How is my baby daddy by the way?" I asked, tentatively.
"Pretty shit." Gaten chuckled, "And as much as I would relish his pain in any other circumstance, he's kinda why I'm here." Gaten pulled a piece of paper out from his back pocket.
"Gaten, you've gotta be kidding me. I told everyone that I didn't wanna see or hear from him."
"I know, Y/n, and I wouldn't have brought the letter if I didn't think this was something you deserve to know." Gaten replied, handing me the folded piece of paper. "But he's been trying to get this to you for a couple of days now..."
"Gaten, what's going on?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Just read it." He said, "I'll be in the hallway."
I looked back down at the neatly folded piece of paper before pulling it apart.
"Dear Y/n,
I'm sorry; for everything I've said to you up until this point and everything I'm going to say after.
I don't know if you'll read this. I wouldn't be surprised if you've ripped it apart and it's sitting in the damn trash can right now, which I wouldn't blame you for, but I can't keep lying to you.
When I watched the officers pick your lifeless body up off the ground and place you onto the gurney, I stopped breathing. When Winona walked in I was on my knees sobs wracking my body. It felt like someone was breaking my ribs one by one.
Winona says the fear and adrenaline caused me to hallucinate, but when I held your limp and, to my knowledge, dying body... I remembered the feeling of Grace's blood on my hands and the way her heart just stopped. I thought I'd killed you and the baby for hours up until I was permitted to visit you.
I don't wanna earn your sympathy or understanding, but that experience of pain and hurt is the only comparison I can make to how you must've felt when I abandoned you. I really can't even begin to imagine how alone you must've felt.
The night Emaline hurt herself and I stayed with Winona for a few hours I was taken to medical after I dropped to my knees and vomited. The doctor asked me how long I'd been feeling under the weather and I said I didn't know. After a few more hours of blood tests, they discovered what was wrong with me. I'm sorry for leading you to believe that we'd have more time than we do... But the night I proposed was the night that I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. So while you were keeping your secret, I was keeping mine.
I'm sorry that I left you to fend for yourself, and you were right. I was angry. I was angry that we didn't have more time. I was angry that while I was dying you were growing a life inside you. And I'm sorry that there's no real way to apologize for all the shit I've done to you. I wish there was time to fix it...
Please know that I love you, Y/n. I will always love you.
Sincerely, your psycho."
I stared at the paper with tears in my eyes. They wouldn't stop. More and more just falling down my face. I threw the letter across the room and screamed at the top of my lungs as I dug my nails into my forehead.
A/N: Hello, my beautiful people. I'm so sorry. I love you all, I hope you have a good day/night.
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