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The morning they woke up, they were filled with shame and utter disgust in themselves. Chance lost the game fair and square, but could only feel a sense of dread for what was surely going to happen. Mafioso needed a heir, and Chance was just absolutely pounded and filled with both iTrappeds and Mafioso's seed the night before.
Chance never really bothered taking birth control at all, it was just an after thought since they'd always had their one night stands using protection.
But now they just wish that they'd have their tubes tied. It's not like they couldn't afford it, they just chose not to do it, which was a stupid decision considering the situation they're in now.
iTrapped betrayed them. Someone they trusted so dearly to their heart. Chance had told iTrapped absolutely everything, pretty much nothing was kept secret except for a select few things.
Such as the feelings they'd been hiding. But after that night, Chance can't look at iTrapped the same way. He was just a conniving snake that showed up one night, they met in a casino. Chance could still recall the memory so clearly despite how drunk they'd been.
***
iTrapped had a glass of alcohol in their hand leaning against the bar table. He'd been giving chance some glances as they drank themselves away into the night. Originally Chance had thought iTrapped wanted a one night stand or something because of the amount of Glances he'd given them.
In a drunken state, Chance walked up to iTrapped wrapping an arm around them.
"What's with all the stares huh?" Chance said slurred.
iTrapped simply smiled, "I suppose I haven't been hiding it very well huh?" Chance giggled, "You seem nice" they admitted. Then slowly Chance trailed their fingers on iTrapped's shoulder.
In response iTrapped backed away escaping Chance's wrapping arm. "Hey what's wrong?" Chance said a bit upset. iTrapped looked at them with utter confusion.
"You wanted to have some fun with me didn't you?" Chance asked boldy. iTrapped stuttered momentarily, drinking in the words that had just come out of the gamblers mouth, "No that's not what I want. Youre drunk.. I can't let myself do that to a drunk person"
Chance seemed a bit stunned, this was the first time anyone had denied them. In all honesty, it was refreshing. From then on, chance introduced themselves properly, or well... at least they tried to...
That's how they got to know eachother.
***
Chance grudgingly got up from their bed. They couldn't just lay around and think about the memories they had with iTrapped. After all, weeks had gone by since that night. The night they were betrayed. The night where they gambled their BODY away. They hadn't talked to iTrapped at all since that night. It's not like they could anyways. Chance kept in touch with Mafioso, but it was only because they were gonna be carrying his son.
The symptoms were calm at first, Just some minor nausea whenever they'd wake up. However It quickly got worse, the symptoms were unbearable to deal with alone. Everyday it'd be a shitty day. Mood swings, random cravings, headaches, vomiting, then of course the weight gain. There wasn't a baby bump yet, but it was clear that Chance was getting to that point.
They headed to the bathroom,
Chance looked at themselves in the mirror, "FUCK!" their breath became ragged as they pulled on their hair. "You lost the game fair and square Chance.." They slowly breathed in before exhaling and muttering "..you ONLY have yourself to blame."
Suddenly they heard the phone ringing. Chance left the bathroom to answer it. It was Mafioso.
"I need you to come over" Mafioso said getting straight to the point.
"But-" Chance was cut off however when they'd gotten hung up on. They sighed and rolled their eyes. "Fine I'll just get ready and show up god." They said to themselves annoyed.
—
Driving themselves wasn't very optimal, but it's not like they could rely on iTrapped to drive them. He'd practically disappeared from Chance's life already. He didn't even bother visiting them once.
Chance got out of the car, approaching the door and knocking. They wanted to vomit. Stepping foot in this place felt like a nightmare.
Mafioso opened up the door, offering Chance a hand.
They looked down at the hand refusing to take it and instead just pushing their way past Mafioso.
"Tch" Mafioso let out. Chance only glared him down mixed with emotion. Anger, Disgust, Sadness, Fear.
They didn't even want to talk to him. Sure the night was pleasurable but it got to a point where Chance had practically just been used as a useless sex toy. If Chance had just noticed iTrapped's behavior earlier on, maybe they wouldn't have gotten in that situation in the first place.
"Symptoms?" Mafioso asked cross armed.
Chance sighed, "Nausea, mood swings, headaches, everything under the fuckin' sun."
Mafioso stayed silent. Letting the silence engulf them both for a bit. "Someone's angry huh? What's there to be mad about?"
Chance clenched their firsts, "You know what." Mafioso only chuckled, "You lost fair and square Chance. Just think of this as a blessin' eh?"
"How could this ever be a blessing?" They muttered. Mafioso patted Chance's shoulder and sighed, "Because after this you won't ever have to see me again" He then slowly walked off to grab Chance something to drink.
Chance sat down on the stairs, waiting there. Thinking.
'Disgusting'
...
'How could you let this happen?'
...
'What makes you worse is that you enjoyed being filled by both of them.'
...
'You might as well rot in hell already'
...
'You're nothing to iTrapped. You let yourself be fooled by him'
...
"Chance!" Mafioso snapped his fingers. Their eyes widened, "Huh?!"
Mafioso held out a glass of water for them. "I didn't call you over here just for you to sit down on the stairs and zone out. I called you over cause we need to talk 'bout what'll happen after you give birth"
Chance gripped onto the cup tightly. "Mhm."
—
After their talk, chance headed to their car.
They had a massive headache and had already vomited on the floor of Mafioso's home. However this wouldn't stop them from getting home.
They exited the car, feeling a wave of emotions overcome them. They entered their home, laying down on the floor in the fetal position.
"UGHH!" Chance yelled out. "Stupid. You should have seen it. Seen the way iTrapped started caring less. Maybe if you'd just seen that, you would have never played that game against Mafioso."
Chance curled up into themselves," I hate this.."
Of course Chance knew that all they'd have to do is give birth to the kid and never have to worry about Mafioso again. The problem was iTrapped. The silence was getting to Chance, they couldn't help but feel as if iTrapped has something else planned. The way he just disappeared after that night was off putting.
Chance laid there for about an hour or two, before getting up and heading to the bathroom. Chance sighed and looked at themselves in the mirror once more, just like that did earlier. Their mind went blank basking into the hollowness they felt. Their eyes looked at the painkillers sitting there near the sink all innocently.
'Do it.'
'It'd be better if you did'
Chance grabbed a hold of the pills, looking at the label.
'Do it.'
Chance opened up the bottle, breathing heavily.
'Do it Chance.'
They gripped the bottle tightly, shaking as they poured the pills out into their palm.
'Your a filthy being. Enjoying what they did to you but hating the consequences.'
Tears swelled up in their eyes.
'End the suffering'
They looked down at the pills in their hand. If they downed the whole bottle it'd probably be enough for an overdose.
'Do it or be miserable'
Chance's breathing was heavy, their hands were shaky. Then they threw the pill bottle at the wall. "I can't do it" They said to themselves. They flushed the pills down the Toilet, their hands still shaky. They leaned against the bathroom wall, sliding down onto the floor.
"I can't.." Chance sobbed as they banged their head on the wall. "You idiot, you can't just do that. It's not worth it." They told themselves.