                      IVAN SPITTER *                   ORIGINAL CHARACTER.
BY CIARA. 23. UK. SHE/HER. 18+  PINTEREST. READ MORE.
IâVE DONE UNSPEAKABLE THINGS (LIKE BEING BORN)
'selfishly,' jamie martin whispered into her ear, 'i want you all to myself.'
sadie spitter understood and pressed into him, wrapped her legs around his arched back and pulled him towards her. she couldn't feel closer. not until she dragged him into her and totally absorbed him, until he became one warped entity with her. in the absence of the possibility, sadie looked into his eyes instead, hot with love, lust and just about every other l word, pulled his face into hers, and kissed him just to taste him. but then they both felt something pop.
jamie martin thought this was a knee pressing into his abdomen and wondered briefly how sadieâs knee came so far up in the bed when their faces were so intact with one anotherâs. it wasn't until sadie spitter screamed bloody murder that he considered the possibility this was not her knee.
red littered the bed and seeped into the sheets and the mattress jamie and sadie laid on. the pop sounded like air pumping into a balloon which is ironically what it looked like too. jamie was pushed off the top of sadie and rolled off the bed onto the hard floor. his left leg, just moments ago pressed in between sadieâs thighs, is painted the same red as the bed sheets. he gawked up at her from the wooden floor as sadie spitterâs stomach inflated to the size of a rugby ball as she laid on the bed screaming her little heart out. blood flowed from her like it intended to fill the room and drown them both.
sadie stared to see her expanding stomach, eyes wide with horror. her head craned around to see jamie sitting helpless on the floor, his leg wet and red, as she cried for some answer. still, he stared stupidly on at her through the screams.
then, it stopped.
the ballooning stomach, sadieâs screams, the gushing of blood; there was suddenly silence.
sadie, shaking, reached her hand out to jamie.
âjayâŚâ she started in a weakly, which turned into a rip of a scream.
jamie tore his hands from the ground to plug his ears, hands pressed so hard down, his head could have caved in right then and there from the pressure.
âdo something!â sadie agonisingly shrieked.
he neednât hear her, nor asked twice. jamie martin scrambled to his feet, slipping on the wooden panels now bloody with what had leaked from the bed. he grabbed the bed post to steady himself and ran for the motelâs reception, ready for the unexpected and entirely unwanted birth of ivan spitter.
NEXT?
heâs actually really sweet, gentle, naturally very kind.
the only thing is that his mother, sadie, was never pregnant with him. well, knowingly. there was only about a week and a half total of him in his motherâs uterus as a product of sadie spitter and jamie martinâs sordid love affair. the pair saw excitement in each other and ran away from their home town together aged nineteen and twenty-three, respectively, until they finally ended up in this random motel they didnât think twice about. just another leg of their journey together.
the first time either of them became even vaguely aware of this pregnancy was when it happened: the birth. a thirteen minute window in which ivan came to be as he is now. which, to be specific about his conception and sped along birth process, is when a despairing demon, close to its demise in a motel room two rooms down (this motel is in the middle of nowhere good), jumped into her body as the closest living thing and melded with ivanâs fetus self.
horrified by the fact it had landed there, and that it had to wait another eight months, two and a half weeks until it would see the outside of this strange womanâs uterus, it rebelled its new form. pushed itself and ivan out as a fully formed baby as opposed to the week and a half just-bigger-than-a-penny fetus no one was supposed to know about yet.
once he was out, and after both sadie spitter and jamie martin were scarred for the rest of their lives by the bloody display, all the demon had to do was wait inside ivan. the demon knew this was a waiting game because, honestly, this had happened before. as the troublemaker it was, left close to his death many a time, with no choice but to jump into other closest life forms in these easily avoidable situations, this had happened at least two or three times before. what it had to do, what it had done before, was wait until ivan was old enough to read.
jamie martin left sadie almost immediately after the birth. she returned home, tail between her legs and ivan spitter in her arms. sadie spitter tried to explain what had happened to her family, that she hadnât known she was pregnant and the horror of what had happened to her, but she had been gone for months and was always, honestly, quite flighty. the general consensus was she got pregnant by jamie martin in the months they were gone and after he deserted her, finding out she was pregnant, came up with a story out of embarrassment before she came home to tell.
sadie spent the following years repulsed by everything to do with ivan. her parents, ivanâs grandparents, pushed her to do anything with him but at best, and at a push, only managed to get her to hold him for a few seconds at a time. most of the parenting fell on them. as a baby and until he was a toddler he was mostly docile, relaxed, but would every so often have these vicious meltdowns, increasing with age. the bored demon inside shaking trying to get out. sadie felt that she saw these meltdowns for what they were, what she saw the night she ballooned and bled and he came to be.
back to our demon. it waited. waited and waited and beamed like the sun when ivan came top of his elementary class, reading well above his grade level. this was time. it was earlier than it had anticipated, but it was time. while ivan slept, it scribbled a chant to release him for ivan to read when he would wake up and wonder what it was, but was so hasty and so excited about being free once more, that it misspelt a word.
but the plan went. ivan woke, something deep inside him made him read these nonsense words on the paper beside his bed now that he was so good at phonics, and this was where we parted ways with our demon so it was able to run free and ruin other peopleâs lives again. well, most of our demon.
once up a time, on one bright sunny morning, ivan sat smiling on the couch with a chapter book on his lap. once upon that time, his grandparents went out to the store when sadie spitter saw it best to make a snide comment about ivan as they closed the door behind them. ivan spitter came into a trance, jumped off from the couch, stumbled across the carpet towards his mother and climbed up her like a totem pole before biting her earlobe off. she screamed bloody murder for the second time as she bled and raced after her parents.
to be honest in this once upon a time, no oneâs sure what to think.
ivan grows up docile. really quite sweet, gentle, naturally very kind. itâs only every so often he goes numb and acts out in these ways he doesnât understand or have any control over. itâs like watching himself on video tape afterwards before coming back to reality. this vile version of himself he doesnât recognise.
his grandmother passed away in a surgery mishap when he turned thirteen years old, and his grandad cosied up in the spitter grandparents grave soon after from what the doctorâs barely reported as heart problems but what ivan spitter sincerely believed to have been a terrible heartbreak. sadie and ivan spitter take up the home but remain very separate within it. this house is not a home.
