Baby of Ours (Phan mpreg)

Twink

Warning: Self harm mention

Dan's POV

    I walk into my house after that long weekend.

    "Hey, faggot. Heard you're a pansy now, getting knocked up by another twink. You little cockslut."

    "Go away, Alan."

    "I your father. Call me dad or sir."
He says, pressing his cigarette onto my neck.

    "Gah! Leave me alone." I demand and he presses me against a wall, blocking any escape.

    "That's no way to talk to your baby's grandfather. Or perhaps, that twink wasn't the father."

    "Dad, you're not the father of my child. Phil's the father."

    "How do you know? I raped you only a few days before you met that twink."

    "I know it's his, and stop calling him a twink."

    "I'll call him what I want. We'll see in time who the real father is. Now get to the basement before your mother gets home. We're going to have some fun."

    I start to walk upstairs. He says my name. I just keep walking. I hear him follow me so I dash for my room. I lock the door and sit on my bed. I don't know how much more of this I can't take.

    I get out my razors.