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Written
4/23/21
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Oh really?

" That's great Angel but I feel really uncomfortable so I'll get going-" just as I turned he leaned forward having his hands on the armrest of the Wheelchair

" please stay with me y/n" he whispered softly his gaze seemed calm but obviously covered it up with worry. Terrified at most " I'm not leaving till I know your truly okay"

" your making me uncomfortable so either I scream or I kick your ass while in this damn chair pick" 
he quickly yanked my hand away, staring right at me he observed me from top to bottom before he spoke he scrunched his face 

" y/n i- fine you win" he threw up his hands then ran his right hand down his face " I'm trying to help you be supportive for you but no you think it's okay to suffer alone grow up and realize this isn't okay!"

"Help me With what angel?"

" you never let anyone in look at what you went through your in a wheelchair for fucks sack!" He shouted but not loud enough for everyone to hear

" your a perfect explain of why I can't trust anyone!  Because you seriously think after I showed you nothing but love and support you go out to chest on me with my best friend after all the shit she said about you all the nights I was by your side when you both fought for hours SHE EVEN STOLE FROM YOU AND YOU STILL SHOVED YOUR DICK IN HER but I'm not surprised she was always been a homie hopper"

A/n: there has to be another word I've been stressing about it, it wouldn't be a home wrecker right?

Mom's p.o.v

Staring into his black soulless eyes caused a pit in my stomach. He should no amount of emotion or empathy even when he's speak its a tone as if he's bored, losing interest it sickness me.

" how's scylla sir?" D/n(dad's name) spoke as he came into the living room with two mugs of coffee. He sat one of the mugs on the coffee table in front of him.

" thank you" he finally spoke, his pale slender hands pick up the mug and took a small sip " she's doing much better now I'm glad she's healing better than I thought she would"

" that's great to hear " d/n replied calmly " what brings you here today?"

" in all honesty I'm here to discuss y/n situation..."

" what do you mean" I added on while holding my husband hands nervously

" I've been giving it much thought and I believe it's time y/n comes with me-"

"What!? You said it wouldn't be now!" I tried to keep calm

" as I was saying she will since I need to know the version she remembers and see if she remembers what actually happened to her..." a small smirk emerges from his pale face. He then ran his finger through his black hair. " including going forward with our... agreement "

Y/n p.o.v

Once I entered back inside the cafeteria I scan the whole room to see where my twins are at, immediately I see the only two people with black hair mixed with blue highlights and another with black hair with pink highlights. It's nice to see that they stick out alot since not many people at this school dyed their hair. I wouldn't mind dying my hair but of course mom and dad are an ass about it.