𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝐼𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝑜𝒹/𝒷.𝑒

𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐸𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒

Troian's pov:
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"TROIANNN! WAKE UP!"

I wake up with a gasp.

"Fuck." I whisper, as my body shoots out of bed.

I throw my hand to my chest, it being difficult to catch a breath.

Bad dream...

I set there for some seconds, trying to collect myself.

"TROIAN DAMNIT! GET DOWN HERE!"

My head shoots to my door, I let out a whine and get up.

I walk down stairs, covering myself with a blanket.

"What?" I speak groggily.

"I CANT BELIEVE YOU! JUST AS YOU WERE GAINING MY TRUST!"

"W- what?" I ask, almost ready to cry from being screamed at.

"Take I look you little bitch." He says quietly, pointing to the door. I glance at my mom who's standing there, hands on hips, shaking her head.

I peak my head outside, not knowing what to look for, my dad holds my shirt, to make sure I don't fuckin' run away.

"What is it? I- I'm confused..."

"You're seriously gonna act all innocent?" He scoffs.

"Dad.. I don't-"

"THE SECURITY SYSTEMS! THEY'RE ALL FUCKING BROKEN! WHO ELSE WOULD DON IT TROIAN?!"

"D- dad I swear that wasn't me! I haven't lest the house in ages dude!"

I glance over at my mom, who puts her hands on her face in disappointment.

"Just admit it.. and you won't be in as much trouble." He says.

That's a lie. I'll get in trouble no matter what.

"Oh! What are you gonna do?! Take my phone?" I scoff.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

I run to my room.

What should I do? Should I run away? Or are they gonna be up my ass all day?

I sigh and sit in my bed. "I'll stay here today." I whisper.

I lay down, think about that nightmare I had, not being able to remember it clearly.

After awhile of trying to remember the events of the dream, I give up, I can't remember shit.

I'm honestly not I'm the state to remember anything right now.

What about the security systems? Who did that? Did mom and dad set me up...? Wow... I can't believe I still call them mom and dad...

"What am I gonna do today?" I ask myself, eyeing my vent, but knowing it's prolly not safe to leave right now.

I get on my clean phone, and scroll through my secret Instagram.