Page 83 of Mister Stark

Dylan choked his father and Daxon pushed back against him as he tried to get air. His hands pressed into Dylan’s face and pulled the skin of his cheeks back. Dylan never let up and growled with rage as he pressed his hands tighter around his father’s throat.

“Dylan, stop! You’re hurting him!” I shouted and watched on in terror.

Somehow, Daxon gained power back at my words and pushed his son off of him. He bent over and held his knees as he gasped for breath. He coughed and breathed in the air as I let out a sigh of relief. But Dylan’s eyes stared at my pregnant belly.

“Are those two beautiful babies even mine?” Dylan asked as tears blurred his eyes and he looked up at me. “Is my dad the father?”

“Yes, Dylan. Your dad is the father of the babies growing inside me.” I admitted as tears streamed down my face and I felt like this was the end.

We were doomed, and the truth was out. Everything I had worked so hard to hide finished in the blink of an eye. Dylan had caught us in the act. He heard me scream his father’s name in our moment of passion. He had heard his father pound into me and give into his need.

“Son, I never meant you harm. I never should’ve touched her.” Daxon admitted as he stood tall and gave into his faults. “But the monster inside me needed her.”

“You both led me to believe a lie.” Dylan hissed as he pointed his finger at us and it stung. “You made me believe I was going to be a father. How could you?”

“I’m so sorry, son, but there was no other choice. The company was at stake and I...” Daxon said.

“Fuck the company! It’s my company too and you should’ve told me the truth!” Dylan shouted as his anger turned into an uncontrollable urge to strike, and he raised his fist at his father. “How could you do this to me, dad?”

I cried out in protest, but Dylan brought his fist down and Daxon braced himself for the punch. Daxon knew he deserved it and he wouldn’t fight back. He brought on everything he was about to receive, but the hit never came. Dylan’s fist stopped right beside Daxon’s cheek and shook with anger.

Daxon’s eyes shone with emotion, and his voice trembled. “I’m a selfish asshole. You deserved none of this. I’m so sorry, son.”

Dylan slammed his hand into the stall behind Daxon’s head and the loud thud startled me. He released his father and Daxon saw the terror upon my face. He immediately came to my side and touched my cheek. His caress soothed me, but it was short-lived as Dylan let out a groan of rage and came after his father again.

This time, his arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him away from me. Dylan couldn’t handle his father touching me after what he had done. He squeezed his arm around his father’s neck and the grip tightened around his throat. Daxon pulled at his arm with all he had, but it wasn’t enough for his fit of rage.

“Dylan, please stop! Stop it, Dylan!” I cried out as I sobbed and watched Daxon’s eyes blink.

He tried to stay conscious, but Dylan’s choke hold closed off his oxygen. Daxon watched me as his body gave up the fight and his eyes closed. I screamed in horror as my worst fear had come true. This would end badly. It would end with Dylan killing his father.

My screams turned to agony as pain seared through me, and I bent over. It came in waves through my body and hurt from my belly to my cervix. Everything cramped up and the pain made me clench my stomach. Something was wrong.

“The babies, something is wrong with the babies...” I groaned as I reached down and touched my panties.

My hand was bright red.

Suddenly, Dylan released his father and heavily breathed against the stall. Daxon fell to the floor and crawled towards my feet. Deep breaths puffed into his lungs as he made it to me and touched my belly. It was rock hard as Daxon stared up at me with blood-shot eyes and worry.

He choked out. “Dylan, help me...”

Dylan was in shock at what he had done and just stood there with a blank stare. His father’s words didn’t register. Not until Daxon stumbled to his feet with the energy he had left and grabbed Dylan.

“For fuck’s sake, son! Pull yourself together!” Daxon yelled at him and shook his shoulders. “Celeste needs our help! We need to work together and get her to the hospital right now!”

Dylan snapped out of it, and his eyes locked on his father’s face. His lips pressed together, and he pushed his dad off of him. He walked towards the bathroom entrance and I thought he would leave. But he opened the door and looked straight at his dad.

“Carry her to my car. It’s parked out front.” Dylan ordered.

Daxon picked me up into his safe embrace, and my head leaned into him. The pain seared through my belly, but I had to stay calm. I couldn’t fear the worst and had to remain strong for my babies. They depended on me and my body to protect them. To keep them safe and I felt like I had failed them. I squeezed my eyes shut at the next wave of pain and Daxon carried me from the scene that changed my future forever.

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Ilaid in a hospital bed with clean white sheets and a fluffy pillow behind my head. I was alone in a room with a warm sheet over top of me to help soothe my nerves. The obstetrician on call in the emergency department worked fast and found the reason for my pain. She took bloodwork and gave me a pelvic exam. She even gave me an ultrasound to check on the babies and thank God they were okay.

The bleeding and cramping were associated with stress. I was under too much worry and uncertainty. It needed to get under control or the babies and my life could both be at risk. Something needed to change.

I thought for sure I was in some form of labor, but it was too soon. It was just a false alarm and because of high stress. But it hit both father and son very hard.

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