You're Going To Have A Baby

“Mommy will come pick you up when your nut is in the right position,” saying that, Nary turned her back to her and started making her way toward the exit.

“No…no, Mother,” Bree got up to chase after her mother but before she could, she felt four hands hold her in place, restrained her arms behind her, and tied her wrists so that she would be unable to make any further movement.

“Mother, you can't do this. Father and brother would be mad if they found out.”

That seemed to work as Nary turned head first before making her way back to her.

“I do not care about the both of them. They left right? I do not give a damn about them.” Her tone softened. “I only care about you, my dear. Only you. Because we are so much alike. You are just like me.”

“No, I'm not. I'm not a crazy manipu…”

*Pa*

Her words were cut off with a slap from her mother causing her long ginger-colored hair to fall on her face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut as she gritted her teeth in pain from the hit.

This woman had done a whole lot of shit to her in the past but this here was overboard. She barely has a memory of a time when she was ever good to her and not manipulating her entire mind that she had no choice but to believe. She became her pawn when her father left them when she was a little girl of seven after she could no longer manipulate him. Her brother also left six years ago for study leaving just the both of them.

“You can deny it all you can but you are just like me, my dear little angel. Listen to the nurses and fix your nut. This is your punishment. I'll leave her to your care, nurses. When I'm back I expect to see my little submissive cat who would listen to all I say,” Nary said to the nurses and turned to walk away from the hospital. Bree’s tears were unstoppable watching her very own mother leave her in the lion’s den. She could only sob harder.

Before she could register the situation in her head, the nurses grabbed her arms and pushed her fragile self into a room filled with mental health patients and pointed to a bed for her. As they closed the door behind her, she flinched. Her back slid down the wall in fear as she watched the patients both men and women, make their way to her. They looked scarier than anything she had encountered in her life.

They were wild-looking, their eyes made her skin crawl and their fingers were stretched to her. Their nails, oh Lord. Their nails were sharp and unkempt. Their hairs were on a whole different level.

“Do…Don't come any closer,” she warned, her voice quivering.

“Pretty girl. She's pretty. Grab her.”

Soon, she felt their disgusting touch on her body. Their hands roamed in different parts of her body. Her screams shook the walls of the room trying to fight back but they held her captive whispering into her ears how much she would be fun to play with and how they couldn't wait to have fun with her. She was their new prey. Their dirty hands started pulling on her black dress.

The more she fought back, the more she could feel their hands on her and cuts on her skin.

Suddenly, the door flung open.

“Stop or I'll make you all feel immense pain,” a threatening voice came from behind them.

The crazy patients immediately returned to their beds, their bodies shaking in fear. Bree turned to meet with a nurse who was holding a syringe in her hand. “Come with me, quickly,” the nurse ordered.

She followed her meekly while still shaking in fear. They walked down a hallway where no one passed after they avoided the other nurses. Bree’s hands flew to her mouth as her stomach lurched. She felt a sudden wave of nausea.

“Ba…bathroom?”

The lady stopped. “Your left. Do it quickly.”

She followed the way the nurse showed her. As she got to the bathroom sink, she quickly threw up whatever shit it was that she ate in the morning. A thin slice of bread and half a cup of tea. She felt a soothing hand rub on her back giving her the motherly comfort that she has never felt in her entire life. Once she was done and washed her face, the nurse turned her around.

As she stretched her hands to touch her, she stepped backward.

“Stay in place. I have to check something.”

The nurse checked her temperature with her palms and then felt her stomach. “I'll help you escape this place but first, I need you to urinate in this.” She handed her a cup.

“Wh…why?”

“Just do as I say. What is your name?”

“Bree. That's my name,” her beautiful gray eyes stared at the woman in confusion.

“Nice name. I know you're not mentally unstable as your mother said so I'm helping you leave this dangerous place. Just do as I say, Bree. I have to confirm this.”

The nurse walked to the other side of the bathroom, to the place where toiletries were kept, and brought out a small sealed sachet which she opened from one of the boxes. Bree almost passed out seeing her bring that out. Of course, she knows what that was. She had her friends talk about it a lot and they had even tried it in her presence once.

“Urinate on the can and put it in. Do it quickly before we get caught. If we get caught, I'm going to lose my job.”

With trembling hands, Bree took the kit from the nurse. She peed on the small bowl as she was instructed. She put the kit on it and waited in silence. After what felt like an eternity, she brought out the kit and held it out for the nurse who looked at it in awe.

“Wh…what does it mean?”

“Two lines. You're pregnant, Bree. You're going to have a baby.”

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A/N

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