Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 14

Bride Of A Madman 2p England x Reader Part 14

I sat on the couch in the living room watching a Disney movie, Peter pan, while waiting for Oliver to come home from his killing sprees.

For some reason, I’ve been feeling strange or sick, ever since me and Oliver made love together.  It’s like this, whenever I eat my odd craving combinations of favorite food, I would run to the bathroom and throw up the contents of it. I shivered at the memory.

“Does this mean I could be pregnant,” I  would think to myself whenever I feel sick.

Luckily, I was able to buy a pregnancy test to see if I’m pregnant and my luck, I was right. We may be married now and that’s perfect but Oliver and me wanted something more, which is a baby.

“I may be young but is it really time for a baby,” I thought to myself, thinking for a moment.

“But the real truth, I always wanted twins, a boy or a girl. It wouldn’t matter, I will still love him or her,”

My happy thoughts were cut off when I begin to hear screaming coming from the basement. Curious, I paused the movie and immediately begin to investigate to see what’s going on. I quietly made my way towards the basement and silently opened it, walking inside the dark room. The light bulb ahead showed little light in the room, but I managed to find my way to the source of the screaming. I hid behind a wall nearby, when I saw a man who looked beaten, and bruised with scars all over his face, tied up in a chair with his hands behind his back. I then noticed Oliver, smiling sadistically at him with a knife in his right hand.

“Oliver did this?” I thought to myself as I watched them.

“Any last words before I end your life ol chap,” He asked sadistically, giggling insanely.

“You’re a monster,” He snarled, spitting in Oliver’s face.

“I hope you rot in hell!”

I felt rage boil inside me, as without thinking, grabbed a gun nearby and shot him, startling Oliver and killing him instantly. I lowered the gun as I glared at the dead body before me.

“Never….call my love…a monster,” I breathed, angrily.

“Poppet,” A familiar slightly but anger voice appeared, making me look up to see Oliver’s hand make contact with my cheek, making me cry out in pain.

I looked up to see Oliver looking at me angrily, with his eyes swirling madly.

“O..Ollie,” I said, shivering as I cradled my swollen cheek.

He then suddenly firmly slammed me against the wall, gripping both my shoulders tightly.

“Oliver stop,” I pleaded, as he gripped my shoulders tightly.

“Your hurting me,”

Oliver gasped after realizing that his grip is hurting my shoulders, causing him to lean back away from me.

“I did it again did I,” He asked, close to tears as I nodded in reply.

I hugged him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him and letting cry softly on my shoulder. I could hear his hoarse whispers and small whimpers, “I’m sorry,” all over again, until he immediately calmed down, as I rubbed small circles soothingly on his back.

“I made my first kill,” I said, trying to cheer him up.

“True but you have a lot to learn my dear,” He said, gently caressing my cheek and kissing it.

Suddenly, a realization hit me as I remember that I have to tell Oliver my surprise to him.

“I have something to tell you, Ollie,” I said, as he looked up at me with concern.

“What is it poppet,” He asked, softly.

I didn’t answer but held up my pregnancy test, with the positive sign, making Oliver gasp.

“Poppet…. are you telling me?” He gasped, with surprise, making me nod my head yes.

I then giggled, as Oliver fainted, falling onto the ground. He was going to be a father.