Ben's pov
I run.
I hold Onyx tightly in my arms, and try not to cry, but the tears rush down my face. Hot, burning tears. I get to my room, and put her in the tub. I wipe my watery eyes and look at her.
Three bullets. One in her chest. One in her leg. One in her shoulder, very close to her neck. I take off her clothes, and grab a medical kit.
I am panicking. I don't know what to do. I get the bullets out, and then wash the wounds. I check for a pulse.
Its there, and it seems fine.
I sigh in relief. I clean out the wounds again, and start to wrap them. I kiss her forehead, and pull her hair into a bun. I pick her up, and place her on my bed.
As I am getting her clothes, she groans a little. I smile, and grab a Slipknot shirt, and leggings. I walk back over to her. Her eyes are open.
"Hi...." I smile softly, and start to dress her. She smiles a little, and sighs. I smile and sit with her, and hold her in my lap.
"W-what happ-pened?" She asks. Her voice is hoarse. I sigh, and kiss her head.
"Kayla shot you... Three times." I frown. She nods, and mouths 'Oh.'
I run my hand over her stomach, and I look down at her, "Baby?" I ask.
"Hmm?" She groans.
"When we're you going to tell me?" I smile down at her.
"W-what?" She coughs.
"Your pregnant." I smile, and kiss her forehead, and she smiles widely.
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All I Want For Christmas Is You
FanfictionCreepy Pasta story. I own no-one. ~Onyx X Ben~ Onyx belongs to BattleOfTheBands17 ((there may be a second book, I'm not sure, so pull it together, follow me, and wait in my front yard)) ***MAY CONTAIN INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT***