Baby ; Dorbyn fanfic

~Thirteen~

Yall gon hate the fuckkk outta meee

Song For The Chapter: Praying by Kesha

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE WATCH FOR THE BOLD LETTERING IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU, OR IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT.

Daniel

I wake up, machines beeping around me causing me to look around. Immediately I put my hands over my stomach protectively. Is the baby ok?!

Corbyn is in the chair across the room asleep. He looks peacful so I decide not to wake him and just call a nurse in. "Yes?" She asks quietly, walking in the room. "May I get some water first?" I ask, my voice very raspy, I could feel it, the dryness. She nods quickly getting a glass and handing it to me. "Thank you." I whisper before downing it. Once I'm finished I set the glass on the table beside me. Now.

"I-Is my baby all right?" I ask slowly, scared as I protect my stomach the best I can. "Sir the bullet went straight through your stomach, I'm sorry but you miscarried and the baby was removed." Removed!!??! I sob feeling the deep loss in my heart. How could this happen. Why would god give me such a gift and then take it away!?

Just like that.

My sobbing wakes Corbyn up and he runs over and hugs me. "Everything will be ok babyboy." He gently rubs my head. I bury my face into his shirt and sob harder. "I just wanna go home." I hold onto him. "You can as soon as you sign your discharge papers." The nurse informs me and goes to get them. "We will go home babyboy." Corbyn kisses my head softly. "Everything will be ok soon."

The nurse brings me the papers, which I quickly sign and Corbyn helps me up and to change. We then go to the car.

On the way home Corbyn kept acting weird, he put his hand on my leg while driving, not really weird but he always holds my hand instead. Then he wouldnt stop moving his hand up towards my crotch, and I kept smacking his hand away. I don't know what is going on In his mind but no way I'm I in the mood.

But none the less he continued trying. Why won't he just stop. Does he understand how hard this is for me? I feel like a piece of me has been taken. I feel incomplete and empty and letting him touch me isn't going to help any of that. Not for an hour, not for 30 minutes, not even for 30 seconds.

Again, he continues trying. Getting angry, I crawl into the backseat far out of his reach and curl up in a ball. He can't take a hint today can he?

Eventually after the longest car ride of my life we park at the apartment building. I quickly get out and run up to the apartment just wanting to curl up and cry. Before I can even get fully in the apartment Corbyn's behind me. He pushes me in almost making me fall and rushes in behind me. "What the fuck!" I yell at him. First the car, now this? Is he stupid? He locks the door and picks me up over his shoulder seeming angry. I kick and punch at his back. "Put me down Corbyn! I mean it!" I yell but he doesn't he walks into our room and throws me on the bed.

If anything such as rape triggers you please skip until the next bold area. If you decide to read and get triggered even tho it's not details ik even the idea of it can set some off, I'm not to blame. I gave you this warning.

"What are you doing you asshole!" I yell. That hurt so badly.

"It's all your fault!" He screams at me, locking our bedroom door also. "Wh-what?" I ask scared now. "The baby you bastard! Its all your fault! You ran like a baby and got shot and now our baby is dead!" He pulls rope from a drawer and comes back, tying me up though I fight the best i can but he's much stronger, me being tired obviously doesn't help any.