Bad Blood - (Fransykes)

Chapter two

A/N: Hello my lovelies, so sorry for the long awaited update (i'm sick again lol) but here is the chapter! A very very long chapter... still stuck in my ways. But who's ready for the baby name reveal? Because it's finally here after months of knowing and keeping it secret!!!! Enjoy xx

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Josh's POV

Today was grey. Most probably the darkest grey a day can be. Not a single hint of sun light was to be seen in the sky. I was suffering terribly from it.

The darkness was a cruel place, a place where all your deepest darkest fears come to life and unravel and parade around in your mind as if it were their own personal holiday to celebrate.

When I woke this morning from the little sleep I received I was force to remember what that monster did to me. I was forced to talk and relive those most vile, darkest moments where that monster put his filthy hands on me without my consent and did whatever he wanted to my crumbling body.

I remember every touch, every bruise, every cut and scar he inflicted onto me. Knowing I will have to live with these from the rest of my life crushed me. Confronting them didn't do me any good, they just made me despise myself even more than I already do.

I had to speak of his wicked laughter which cracked through the room like thunder, echoing throughout the walls of the abandon warehouse left chills down my spine. The sickening way he would threaten me with his gun, if I made any sudden noises his finger my just slip and my brains could end up all over the mattress.

Saying all of this out loud was supposed to be process but I saw it as nothing but torture. A man in a white coat who held a clip board scribbled down notes as I grieve my story.

After the therapy sessions I had different doctors take me into another room and check my weight, mental state and my body's recovery. All poking and prodding me like I was some sort of hideous rag doll under the stitch.

After all the examinations were done I was physically drained and exhausted with life. I was being wheeled back to my room to be put in isolation for the rest of the day as part of my recovery. My head hung low and my shoulders slumped down as I was treated like a beaten disobedient dog. I didn't want to be alone in that room though, so with the last of my energy I pleaded the nurse to take me to see my son.

She declined at first, but after witnessing me breakdown in a fit of tears she must have felt sorry for me and changed her mind. She knew she wasn't allowed to take me to NICU in the state I was to see my son, but she thankfully did anyway.

When she wheeled me into the room I raised my head and flicker my sorrowful gaze over to where my son was kept. Rays of sunshine seeped through those dark clouds for the very first time today. It was as if he were happy to see me.

My chest tightens at the intense warmth and unconditional love I was instantly receiving from just getting a glimpse of him and suddenly, I felt like I was walking on air.

My little light. My little ball of sunshine beamed brightly through those dark grey clouds I never thought would fade and shone happily through the darkness of my depression.

A weak smile manages to form upon my lips but not for very long as I ended up choking on a sob. A sign not of sadness, but of pure relief that there was some sort of hope still left for me.