lovers | dorbyn

eleven

daniel ran out of the house that was in the middle of absolutely no where.

he held his bump. blood dripping down his face, his feet dirty and cut up from running. he hadn't felt his baby kick in hours— he was worried.

he didn't know where he was, it was dark and cold, that's all he knew. he didn't know how he got to where he was, he didn't remember ever leaving the house.

fuck, he didn't even remember getting pregnant. but he was far along, and he felt his baby kick a while ago.

"such a shame you had to run from me. the person who will keep you safe and love you forever. the father of our child."

daniel stopped running, anxiously looking around.

"i-i don't think constantly abusing me is loving, jackson." daniel said shakily, beginning to run once again, seeing as he couldn't find him.

"i've never hurt you."

"you must be on drugs then!" daniel said loudly, hiding behind a tree.

what the fuck was going on. his eyes darted around, only seeing trees upon trees. the air was nippy, a light drizzle making everything colder.

"come on, daniel. i was just joking."

"right, because beating me to a bloody pulp is joking." daniel muttered, taking off running again.

daniel let out a scream, falling on his ass when jackson appeared suddenly. morgan right behind him.

jackson crouched down in front of daniel, setting his hand on his upper thigh. daniel was pushed down on his back. tears fell freely from his blue eyes while jackson kissed his cracked lips.

he forced daniel to sit up, taking a hold of his head in his hands. "you belong with me. not that blonde. you're fucking mine."

"fuck you." daniel cried, shoving him back. jackson glared at him, taking a knife out. daniels blood ran cold as jackson creeped towards him. "n-no, no, i'm sorry!"

jackson rolled his eyes, plunging the knife in his stomach—

daniel's eyes fluttered open. the sun was rising, shining down on his face from the living room. he was drenched in sweat and tears.

he looked down at his flat stomach. he felt empty.

"dani? hey, love. you fell asleep out here. are you okay?"

daniel looked over at corbyn, rubbing his eyes. "i'm fine." he whispered, leaning against corbyn. "i'm fine." he repeated. corbyn kissed his sweaty head.

"no you're not." he said softly. "talk to me, love."

"i just... i had a nightmare." he said meekly. corbyn took him off the couch, so he laid down, then pulled daniel down on top of him. "of course, it was about jackson, because everything's about him now." daniel mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. "anyway, i was in the middle of no where, and pregnant. i could hear him talking, but i couldn't see him. morgan was there too, i saw her once i saw jackson. he was about to kill me, but you know, you can't see yourself die in your dreams."

"and how are you feeling now?"

"empty." daniel sighed, feeling tears well in his eyes. "i want another baby." he pouted.

"another one?" corbyn chuckled, running his fingers through daniel's damp, knotted hair. corbyn knew daniel didn't need that extra stress on him.