Vote4coolige15 = Brittany in this story is a Chipette totally devoted and committed to her mate. That's why she can't argue with him, because her conscience is going to kill her.
Alvin's Point Of View...
Tears streamed down my eyes uncontrollably after I heard what that bastard (Jeremy) had said. AJ is kidnapped, and the only thing the rest of the family did was take a bald fat man to the hospital. Ian had a gun... A GUN! He could have shot Ryan right away, but he got shot instead. Stupid, I say. That idiot!
And now, because of his stupidity, AJ is kidnapped... my son... lost... Mine and Brittany's son...
I sat on the bed where my last conversation with Brittany ended. I feel so lost,... so irresponsible as a father. And Brittany...
Brittany.
Oh, my God! Brittany!
Oh, no... what have I done...
After wiping my tears, my head and eyes shot up, my mind giving me realization of the things I said,... yelled. Oh, my God, what have I done? Oh no,... Brittany. I saw the pain in her eyes, the tears,... what in the world is going on with me!? Oh, my God, the things I said to her, the things I called her.
My heart pounded fast and started to ache with every beat. A gasp came out of my mouth as I realized what I have done.
Oh, Brittany, please forgive me. I didn't mean to. I- I don't know what came over me, I just... I just felt so irresponsible that I... that I needed someone to blame. And... and I took it out on her. God, why did I do that!? Oh no, her eyes, the tears, her hurt,... I caused them... I broke my promise never to yell at her. I broke my promise to always love her no matter what. How could I do that to her? She didn't deserve it, it wasn't her fault, none of what happened was her fault.
It was mine...
Of course it was mine.
I'm the one who asked her to drink... I'm the one who took her home...
I'm the selfish one. I let my personal feelings get the better of me, and instead of letting her rest, I mated with her when she's drunk.
I looked up at the door where my mate had exited.
She ran. Ran away from me. The tears in her eyes showed she was afraid of me. Oh my God, I didn't mean to. Brittany, please forgive me. Please know I don't mean anything in those words. It was just the anger and guilt talking, not me. Oh, God, I'm a monster.
For now, nothing else mattered to me. Not the occurrence, not the incident, not the beautiful sky Brittany and I should be under with our kids,... what mattered to me the most is fixing what I had broken - her trust. She probably hates me now, and I too, can't blame her. I hate myself, this stupid brain, this stupid throat that yelled at the love of my life. No... not the love of my life... she IS my life. And I yelled at her.
What have I done?
Ignoring the endless attacks of my conscience, I headed towards the door, my body going for nothing and no one else but Brittany. I reached the hallway, and my eyes darted everywhere in hope to find her leaning and crying against a nearby wall. But nothing.
The only way to find her was her scent. She hasn't taken a bath today, so my scent in her should be strong. I sniffed the air, my sensitive nose twitching at every scent. Following my snout, I found myself in front of the bathroom door where the scent was strong. That luscious scent mixed with mine... her shampoo, her perfume... and...
and...
A new scent covered my nose, something that scent shivers of fear and guilt down my spine.
Something metallic... dense...
Blood...
I felt a stab in my heart after realizing what I have done. Oh, my God... I hurt Brittany... I let her bleed...
Another batch of tears fell from my eyes as I imagine the scene of Brittany lying down with a slashed wrist, a stab on her thighs... or worst,... in her neck. Oh, my God, don't let it be true.
I shook the image away and wasted no time. I hopped up on top of the doorknob and twisted it. But my heart sank as I realized it wouldn't budge. Brittany had locked it from the inside,... and she's bleeding. I banged my head on the door, feeling the vibration of the wood against my head.
With my clenched fist, I knocked on the door, hoping she... or someone would answer. But nothing... no breathing, no cries,... no voices... nothing. I tried again, this time, calling her name out, but with no result. I didn't get a response. I tried saying sorry, giving heartfelt apologies, but also nothing.
Oh, my God, Brittany, please don't do it. Please don't let it be true. I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything I said, I swear.
I didn't hesitate for another moment, I didn't waste my time thinking. I ran back to the room, searched the drawers and found the numerous keys tied into a key chain. Carrying the human-sized keys in my arms as I made my way to the bathroom. I hopped up on top of the doorknob again and cycled through the keys until I found the right one.
My paws were shaking as I inserted the key into the knob. My mind was endless in taking pictures of Brittany lying down on the tiles with blood all over her fur. The sight of it nearly made me sick. My paws shook again as I twisted the knob, finally hearing a click from the other side.
I pushed the door open as hard as my paws could and felt the metallic scent getting stronger. As I looked down the floor, my heart dropped to my stomach. My eyes slowly swollen up at the sight in front of me. Tears...
My Brittany, my mate is lying on the floor, a razor on her paw and a blood coated fur on the other one. Her naked body, her stomach, her thighs,... blood. A pool of blood underneath her. Oh, my God there's so much... so much... My entire face is now coated in tears, and I don't care about crying my eyes out. I ran, ran as fast as feet could carry me and knelt down by her side.
I took her body in my arms and cried on her chest. There's blood all over her... so much of it... Oh, my God, Brittany why'd you do that? I'm so sorry. What have I done...
"Brittany! Brittany! Oh, my God, please wake up!" I tried screaming, but I couldn't get anything in response.
A small ray of hope flashed me as I felt her mouth moved... her eyelids had small openings. I gasped and gently shook her body. Her mouth moved again, trying to say something. I looked and listened. "Alvin..." Her voice was hoarse and weak. I felt her paw reaching for my face. On her wrist, I saw a slash, a deep slash from where the blood was coming from. The fur on her fingers brushed against the fur on my face. "I'm... I'm sorry..."
With that said, her paws fell to the ground, giving an audible thud. I felt the anger and guilt in my stomach, so much of it, so strong. My face and paw clenched. The guilt rose up to my chest, and my heart pounded so bad it ached. The guilt rose up to my throat, staying there and it built up with all the anger and hate I had towards myself. Feeling the muscles on my throat contract, my vocal chords nearly snapped as I screamed her name as loud as I can.
"BRITTANY! NO!" That's all I could say... all I could do. I wrapped her in my arms and started crying on her chest. I held her wrist and pressed pressure into the wound, trying to get the blood back into her system. But how little did that do. I cried into her chest again. "Oh, God... Brittany, I'm so sorry. Brittany, it's all my fault, not yours. You didn't do anything. It was all mine."
From behind me, I could hear footsteps, a huge one... possibly from a human. Another one sounded like claws scratching on wooden surface, and I knew it was either the kids, my brothers, her sisters, or my nieces and nephews. Or everyone.
The footsteps got louder as I screamed her name again and cried deep into her chest, her fur holding back my screams. Moments after, I kept moaning, mourning until I finally heard the footsteps behind me.
"Alvin... what-" Dave's voice sounded surprised.
"Holy sh-t!" That bastard's voice came. Jeremy.
I my kids running up towards me and Brittany's unconscious figure. They held her body and started crying. "MOM!"
"MOMMY!"
I saw the pain of my children, their tears as they looked at my mate's body. The blood coated their furs too, but I didn't see them care. They cared about the same thing I did, holding what's left of her. I sniffed, my tears endless. I looked at her face, so fragile. This isn't like Brittany. Brittany is a stubborn diva who wouldn't let a few blood loss kill her. Brittany is the most beautiful chipmunk in the world, and the only one I've fallen in love with other than our children.
But no, she looks so lifeless, so fragile. A tear fell onto her fur as I felt my breath again. All I had to say - All I could say -
"What have I done..."
. . . . . . .
It's been several minutes since I witnessed what I have done to my beloved mate, mother of my children. There was nothing she did that caused her to be in this near-death state. I did it. I'm responsible for everything she has done to herself. It's all my fault... mine. Not Brittany's, not AJ's, it's all mine.
And now, sitting here on the backseat of Dave's car, the vehicle moving in a rapid rate, made me reflect on all the promises that I have broken. Promises I failed to keep. Promises I made to her. I'm a monster. I'm Alvin Seville, the worst mate and father in the world.
I held Brittany's wrist, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. And there's so much of it. The blood that flowed out of her is equal to the pain that I have brought upon, and that made me realize I broke every single promise I made to her.
Everything.
Never to hurt her, never to yell at her, never get mad at her...
Those promises... all null and void.
How can I ever get her love back? How can she ever forgive me? How can she ever trust me again? If none of this had happened, Brittany and I would be in bed trying to relive the new height of pleasure we experienced last night. Or at least, I would be crying on her shoulder about the loss of our son.
Her shoulder. Her soft, comforting shoulder.
Now covered in blood.
I didn't take note of the screams and yells I made to speed the car up. My mind was in Brittany's fragile body. The blood, the fatality that I have brought upon her.
Oh, God, Brittany please forgive me. I can't live in a world knowing that you don't love me.
Moments passed and I heard the car jolting into a halt. I did my best to keep Brittany from falling into the edge of the seat. Without any second thoughts, I opened the door as quick as I could and carried her body outside the car. We passed the parking lot. The place was empty, but there were people everywhere as usual, trying to check their pets into Beatrice's office. Some of them looked at us, just as surprise as I am about the blood on my mate's fur. But I knew there was nothing they could do so I continued to run.
I reached the door of the office and ran through the hallway. With my mate in my arms, I approached the door that had Beatrice's plaque on it. Luckily, it was already opened, and that was a good sign. I pushed the door open with my legs and we were greeted by a gush of wind from the A/C. Combined with the smell of alcohol, the room seemed bright and full of life.
Beatrice sat on her desk when she saw us. As she did, her eyes widened. She stood up from the table immediately and approached us.
"Oh, my God. What happened?" She asked in a frantic voice.
"No time. Please, help her." I sounded as if I was begging.
"How long has this been?" She asked.
"Less than thirty minutes. Please, Beatrice, I need your help on this one."
Beatrice sighed. "If that blood's been flowing for at least thirty minutes, she won't last five." She said as she faced me. "Alvin, I'm going to need you to step out of the room. I need to work on her."
If privacy is what it takes to revive her, then I'll do anything. To Beatrice, I nodded as I placed Brittany on her palm. With that, she carried her to the veterinarian bed, a bed made of metal. I sniffed my tears away, thinking she doesn't belong in a bed like that. She deserves to sleep in the softest mattress in the world, her head on my chest. She deserves to be treated like a queen, not a random talking chipmunk.
. . . . . . .
I don't know how long I've waited for her. Time passes by so quickly, yet so slow. The world, as I know it, is the source of my confusion. For hours I've seen people coming and going, looking at me and at the bloodstains on my fur. But none of them bothered to ask. The clock's hand reached twelve, and I hadn't eaten breakfast. But still, my stomach is too crowded by guilt to care. I'm not hungry, not for food. I can live without it, honestly. But without Brittany's paw to fit in mine, without her sweet voice to soothe my ears, without her soft lips, without those sapphire orbs of hers, I'll die...
For hours, consciousness drifted in and out of me as I sat on this human sized lounge chair. Thoughts, images of Brittany came rushing into my mind. Not the bad ones, but the good, joyful ones. Running with the kids, her lips pressed against mine, our naked bodies locked close together in a tight embrace under the covers of our bed, her nuzzles, everything about her. Damn it, I need her... I need her now. I should be wrapping her in my arms where she'll feel safe, but instead, I got her into the hospital. I let her slash her wrist, I drew blood out of her body all because I'm such a bad father and I needed someone to blame.
Brittany's never going to forgive me. If she does, the pain will still be inside, and I can't live with that. I can't live knowing that I've broken my mate's heart so bad that she drew blood from her wrist. I can't live knowing that I nearly killed her. I can't live knowing that I've broken her trust.
Everything's messed up and it's all my fault. It started with an encouragement to drink, then it led to this. What have I done?
"Alvin?" I heard a voice calling me. It was a female voice, similar to Brittany. That got me excited, thinking that this was all a dream and Brittany is waking me up. But reality shot me like a bullet when I realized that voice was too timid, to quiet. Not like Brittany.
I looked to the direction of the voice and I saw my brother Simon and Jeanette. Under Jeanette's arms were my children. Ally, Nelle, Bryon... there used to be four of them. Now, because of me and my irresponsibility, they're only four. Looking at their numbers made me feel like I don't deserve to be a father.
The kids came rushing into me, hopping up onto the chair and landing on my side. Their paws, their arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. I felt their fur, how much it reminds me of Brittany's. So soft, so silky it give the urge to embrace.
"Daddy!" Alienelle called me, her eyes glistening in tears. "Is mommy going to be okay?" She asked me.
What should I say? I've never been in this situation. I might say: Oh, kids, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let your mother slash her wrist. It's all my fault. But I didn't say those words. I've already been blamed by myself so much, I don't want anyone else to blame me anymore. Especially my kids. Our kids. It'd be too painful to bare.
The tears in my eyes, I noticed, shook them too. I did my best to hide them, but my wet fur did otherwise. "Sh-She's going to be okay, Nelle. I promise. I swear on my soul, she'll live." And that promise, however, felt empty to me. The hope felt low.
"I'm sorry about that, Alvin." Simon's voice came up. I looked up to him and I saw him wrapping his arm around Jeanette's waist, their tails intertwined. My insides growled. That should have been me and Brittany. "... We tried to stop them, but they just won't."
"It's okay. They need their mother." I told them.
They nodded and left, walking together towards the exit.
I let the kids sit down on the chair. The chair was big enough for all four of us to fit in. Though their cries were silent, I couldn't ignore them. They're my children and I feel their pain, the pain that I have caused. If there were anyway I could turn back time, I'd wrap Brittany in my arms instead of yelling at her. I'd cry on her shoulder and she'd cry on mine. We'd support each other like we always do.
After moments of waiting, Beatrice's office door finally swung open slowly. Beatrice emerged, I couldn't read her expression. That got me scared. Oh God, what happened to Brittany? Is she alright? Please let her be alright. I tried not to look at the blood stains on Beatrice's gloves as she took them off and threw them in the trashcan.
She looked at me. As a reassuring doctor would do, I expected a smile on her lips giving me a hint that Brittany's doing alright. But no. She didn't give a smile, her face wasn't reassuring at all. I also saw her glistening eyes. And for a moment, I wanted to kill myself for what I have done.
"Beatrice, how is she?" I asked her.
I saw the light as the reassuring smile appeared in her face. But then, darkness blanketed the world as I watched it fade. "The blade cut deep into her main artery, but luckily, the blood was able to clot. She's doing fine, but the tendons on her wrist are damaged. But that's not going to be a problem. She might have a spasm on her right arm for a few weeks."
In a moment, my heart sprouted wings and flew, knowing she was safe. But then, my heart sank to my stomach after I heard her next words.
"But..."
But? But what? Oh no, she's in a coma? "What?" I asked, my eyes widened and my mouth hungry for answers.
"I couldn't save the baby."