(AN: Prepare for angst. And actual plot. Mwuahahahaha)
I need to tell Axel.
My eyes widened at the thought. Why? I could just wait until I was at school like I always do when I have something to tell him.
No. Tell him now.
My eyes shut tight and I shook my head a few times, riding my brain of the thoughts.
"Um, Roxas?"
I opened my eyes at the sound of my father's voice. He looked up at me, his face riddled with confusion. I gave him a small, nervous chuckle. "I-I'm fine! Actually, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm going to go to bed."
This time Sora spoke. "But it's only 8 o'clock!"
"Really, really tired!" I shouted rushing up to my room, not looking back. Slamming the door shut behind me, I slid down the wood until my butt pressed to the floor.
Tell him. Tell Axel now.
Squinting my eyes shut again, I slammed my hands onto my temples over and over again until the skin was surely tinted pink. Fortunately, that seemed to do the trick. Although the urge to pick up my phone and dial the redhead's number was still there. But the strange ache in my chest told me not to touch it. Waves of emotions washed over me uncontrollably. I wanted to cry, scream, laugh, throw things, every single emotion hit me one at a time and then cycled over again for the next few seconds. When the thoughts and emotions had finally both settled down, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
(Break)
The next morning was hell, as was every morning. I woke up, puked, ate breakfast, puked, got dressed, ate a little more, and then finally headed out the door. I noticed my uniform was starting to fit less and less each day and while the thought of peanut growing made me overwhelmingly happy, it also meant I would have to brave the uniform store for a maternity outfit. Which I most certainly was not looking forward to.
While walking to my car, I felt little peanut kick my ribs. The pain was worth it and I winced with a smile.
"Roxas!" I heard my name being called before I could even close the car door. Looking up, I saw Sora running at my full speed before making a screeching halt in front of me. "Dad said since your belly is getting bigger, that you're not allowed to drive and that from now until the birth I have to drive you to and from wherever you have to go."
"What! I'm perfectly fine right now! I can still drive!" I shouted at my brother who simply held his hands up in response. I sighed, knowing it was no use fighting it and climbed out of my car, dropping my eyes into Sora's palm.
Drive.
The sudden thought made my head spin and I shook my head to one side like I was trying get water out of my ear. I felt Sora start the car and begin pulling out and into the street. My heart clenched and my eyes drifted to the wheel, vision slightly blurred.
Drive!
It was almost like Sora was shouting the word at me, it was so clear and real. I could faintly hear my brother actually talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
DRIVE!
My brain fogged and thoughtless of everything but that one word, I grabbed onto the steering wheel and started trying to steer. Sora screamed at me, trying to gain control again but failing. The car swerved in and out of the lane, causing other drivers to honk and slam on their breaks.
YES! DRIVE!
My head screamed at me and I did what it said. I drove.
(Break.)
I could see red. My head throbbed, my eyes stung, and I couldnt move my legs or arms, like I was pinned. Blinking a few times in attempt to clear the red vision failed so I let it be, looking around. I could see the back of Sora's head when I turned to the left, and mangled fence to my right, but the fence was mainly obscured by how the window was broken.
"Sora," I tried to talk but there was a weight on my chest, pressing out all my air. I took as deep a break I could but it only caused pain to shoot across my side. As my vision cleared, I began to realize what had happened.
I grabbed the wheel. I ran us into the big oak tree by the park. I crashed the car.
"Sora!" I tried to yell but my throat stung. Large, hot tears started running down my cheeks. "Oh God," My breathing quickened and the breaths got smaller. "Sora! Sora, please wake up!" I could see his chest rise slowly and short, then fall at the same pace.
Okay. He's alive. That's good.
I noticed that the dash had been pushed in, trapping me and my brother in the car and I cried hard. My belly was being pressed on, hard. I wanted so badly for my peanut to kick in that very moment, wanted to feel him, reassure myself he was still alive.
This is my fault.
"I'm so sorry," I sobbed, my head falling, chin hitting my chest.
I could hear sirens and people gathering. It all sounded like it was in slow motion. My cries, the sound of a crowbar pulling apart my car, the screams saying there was gas leaking. One of my trapped hands was pressed against my stomach and I splayed my fingers.
"It's okay," I said through my ugly crying. "I'm here, baby. Don't cry."
Your fault.
"My fault."
(AN: So sorry for the short chapter. Even more sorry for the sudden angst and ow. I felt the need to make this sad so I did. Things get better though, I promise!)