09-24-2017, 07:14 PM
Morrison pressed his hand against his wound, it was tight and healed well enough that the struggle hadn't reopened the stitches, he whimpered though at the bubbly feeling within his gut. He knew what it was now, it was movement and he felt sick to his stomach as he sank to his knees, only a few feet away from the doorway. His hands covered his head and he tugged at his hair as he shook his head, he heard him and yet he didn't turn to go back to him. He hated him. He hated himself for being an omega and he hated the life inside of him that chose his body as a place to grow. "FUCK!"he sobbed out and sank down onto the floor with his head to the ground, sobbing weakly and clawing at the wood there, frustrated.
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