All Because of an Accident|

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Notes & Apologies
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:EDITED:

MY NECK ACHED as I slightly tried to move it, instantly making me hiss in pain.

Who ever had this has a kink, was a messed up motherfucker.

I groaned as I looked around the new room. They placed me here by myself. It was an all white room, like the ones you'd see in a psyche ward or something. But there was a small window in the corner that had bars as glass.

It was like they were trying to give you false hope that's you'd escape somehow.

There was a chair in the middle of the room and a desk. I sat down when I had arrived since there was no where else to sit.

I reached up to my neck again and frowned. I knew for a fact that his huge ass hand would leave a mark on me.

When Junior had nearly dammed saved my life, his asshole of a father started asking questions at rapid fire.

•30 minutes earlier•

"What do you mean?" He asked as he towered over me, watching me gasp for breath. He was asking Junior but never removed his eyes from me, and if you ask me that just made this whole ordeal worse.

His piercing gaze felt like I was starring down a man with a gun held to my temple. Only difference was, I thought I'd have a better chance with the guy who had the gun.

Junior slipped out of the guards grasp and ran back over to us. He stood protectively over my trembling figure, as if challenging his dad.

"Don't hurt her too!" Junior shouted and silence followed after. The only sound I heard was my heart beat, tired breaths, and I felt the slight sweat that was rolling down my forehead.

This is some real family drama.

At Juniors remark, his dad kept his stone cold gaze but slowly, they made their way to Junior. I couldn't help but be a bit annoyed at his face, even if it looks like it was crafted by the gods themselves.

I feel like he just yanked my lungs from my chest then shoved them back in, and he's just completely unfazed by it?!

His green eyes move from Junior back to me. He says something in another language and yet again, I'm being dragged somewhere, which we all now know is this room.

•Present time•

After everything that's happened I couldn't help but stare at the white walls and wonder.

I wondered what happened to Junior. I wondered if his nanny got fired. I wondered why his dad as major anger issues. And I especially wondered;

How the hell am I going to get out of this alive?!

After what felt like 39 life times, the large door that took up most of the wall slowly opened, the metal being rusty as it pushed against its hinges.

The last guy I wanted to see walks in. I roll my eyes before looking away. He comes to a slow stop at the table before his hand lands on the surface top.