It was late at night by now and Red was already dozing on his spot beside his boyfriend. The taller skeleton had his arm wrapped around Red's shoulder protectively. Stretch wasn't in the least bit tired yet, his mind too heavy with anxious thoughts to slow down and take a breather. He looked down at Red and gave an inaudible sigh. He turned his head so he was looking towards his brother's room. The lights were off and there wasn't a single sound except for the soft noises from the TV. Stretch looked back down, "How're you feeling?"
Red snuggled in closer to the orange sweatshirt the taller skeleton had put on just an hour earlier. As if on instinct, a snarky answer left Red's mouth, "Would fucked up count as an answer?" He instantly regretted saying it.
"Not without an explanation." He stated calmly, getting an instant reaction out of the smaller skeleton. Red closed his eyes, hands instantly reaching towards his stomach where their child lay developing. Stretch pulled the Underfell skeleton into his lap. Shocked, Red thrashed his arms around. The Underswap skeleton grasped them, startling the other into making him look up. Red's breath caught in his throat. That look of pure worry on Stretch's face made Red stop. "Why won't you tell me?" That whisper was almost inaudible but he managed to hear it.
"It's not that bad... I promise." Red said back quietly.
Stretch's jaw locked up, "Don't make promises you can't keep!" The Underfell skeleton lowered his head in shame and guilt. Tears swam in his eye sockets, making him curse the hormones from his pregnancy. The taller skeleton sighed, hugging Red tightly, "Please. Sans, I deserve to know what happened." Red froze. Stretch never called him by his first name unless they were really intimate with each other or if the situation was dangerously serious. He's right, though. Stretch did deserves to know but Red didn't know if his mouth could speak those words. "Sans, please!" Stretch was begging at this point. If Red wasn't such an emotional wreck, he would have replied with a snarky comment.
The Underfell skeleton gave a shaky sigh, burying his head into Stretch's orange sweatshirt, his stomach doing flips, "W-What do y-you want to k-know?"
Stretch realized then how bad the situation was. In the time he knew Red, the man had never once stuttered. He was always so sure of himself especially when he spoke. Hearing how broken Red sounded hurt Stretch more than a wound could. He held his breath in as he asked the question , "What happened?"
Red gave an audible gulp, not daring to look his boyfriend in the eye socket. He took deep, calming breath before speaking, "Boss thinks h-he owns me. He thinks he can d-do whatever he wants to me... thinks I'll take it all like some pet!" Red grit his teeth but quickly stopped after realizing that his head was throbbing again. He closed his eyes to calm himself. "Last night he... he wanted to have s-sex with me." Red suddenly gave a bitter laugh, "More like rape if you ask me." Stretch rubbed his back reassuringly. "It's happened before... you know. He... j-just takes what he wants and leaves me to clean up his mess. I feel so d-dirty afterwards. I just..." Red felt his eyes sting.
"It's alright, Sans. Just breathe. It'll be alright, trust me." Stretch said reasurringly.
Red nodded, more to himself. "I had already found out that I was pregnant by the time he stormed into my room w-with his..." He clenched his eyes tighter, trying to get the images out of his head, "I... I didn't want Boss to hurt our kid... so I told him no. H-He hit me... really hard. He tried to force himself on m-me." Red was close to crying by now, the flashing images burned into his memory.
Stretch's hug tightened, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible so he doesn't startle his boyfriend , "Red, what did he do?"
Red gasped for oxygen as his teeth chatted together. "Papy... He tried... He was going to r-rape me... but he saw..." He lifted up his shirt, exposing the light red belly with a small dark orange and eed heart in the middle. Stretch stared in awe, this being the first time he's seen it. "H-He saw the orange and... He knew it wasn't he his kid... Boss freaked out and tried... He..." Red couldn't keep the tears out of his eyes, the mini waterfalls flooding down his face in quick succession, "He was going to kill them! H-He was going to kill o-our baby! He hit me. He hurt our kid. He smashed my h-head into the wall and kicked my belly. He h-hates me and h-he's going to come after me! He's going to f-finish the job!"
Stretch was panicking by now, supporting the sobbing mess in his bony appendages. His heart was racing a mile a minute after hearing this, anger flooding his mind. The wounds and the low HP Red displayed when he passed out earlier now made sense. Stretch really wanted to go over to Underfell and kick his alternate version's ass. However, that was for another time. Now he needed to focus on the matter at hand. A sobbing Red. Stretch kissed the top of his boyfriend's skull, rubbing his back soothingly, "I'm not going to let him get you, Sans. He's not going to lay another finger on you or our kid."
Red looked up, frightened tears leaving his eye sockets. "P-Promise?" His voice was so low that Stretch barely heard him.
"I promise." He smiled slightly.
Red nodded weakly as all of the past days physical, mental, and emotional trauma caught up to him. He gave a tired yawn, rubbing his eyes free from tears. Stretch chuckled at the cuteness his boyfriend just displayed. He laid another kiss to Red's forehead, "Go ahead and sleep. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."
"M'kay..." Red said in a tired voice, laying his head back on Stretch's chest, falling asleep.