The Hybrid's Submission ON HOLD

20% Chance Φ

"Mom! Dad!" My legs and arms penned down making any escape futile. Multiple fingers dig in my skin sending signals to my brain that causes my lungs and bladder to squeeze as I struggle to breathe and not pee on myself.

There's nothing worse than being tickled by your parents.

Especially at eighteen.

I'll pee on my bed and burst a lung, possible both if I don't escape. Imma have to go full worm to escape those devilish hands.

Tensing my muscles, I wiggle worm my body, which is harder than it seems, to the edge of my bed.

Managing to reach the edge, much to my luck, but I think to soon for dad's fingers tickle my most sensitive and ticklish spot on my whole body.

My pits!

My body, to fight this injustice to my pits, switches to survival mode. My body bucks and twist, my legs kick, and my arms squeezes tightly to my chest to trap and immobilize the fingers inside my pits.

In my throes of justice, my body betrays me in the most heinous of ways....

I fly off my bed and land on the hard floor, but on my way down, the back of my head knocks against my night stand.

I can already feel the knot healing, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Encase you didn't realize, hair and a very thin layer of skin doesn't offer much protection against hard objects.

"You okay, munchkin?" Dad laughs, peaking down from over the edge of my bed.

"No! I'm wounded!" I cry out in an over exaggerated voice with my hand over my chest.

"Oh you big baby!" Mom climbs off the bed, standing, she holds out her hand to help me up. Grabbing her soft hand, I'm lifted up.

When I'm standing, I become dramatic like the immature person I am. "You two are so mean to me!"

"Aw! Peirce! Our baby needs a nipple!" Mom jokingly whines like a baby.

"Don't look at me, Arron! You're the one with the boobs! Use them!" Dad plays along.

The word boobs sends a shiver down my spine and an expression of disgust plastered on my face.

"Please mom! For the love of whatever god out there, please don't use them!" Never being too cautious, I not only close my eyes, but also cover them with both my hands.

"Koan! Are you dumb? I wouldn't expose my breasts to you!" Mom reacts the way I expected her too.

Exposing slivers of my eyes, I know what I'm about to say will not only rile her up more, but possibly get me murdered.

"You done it before! Or was breastfeeding not exposing your breasts to your child?" From the twitch of the right side of her lip, I make a run for it.

With the beast nipping at my heels, I let my instincts take over. Instincts are the only way to survive with a pissed mother after you, but the survival rate is only 20%.

Still better than 0%.

Reaching the stairs, I make the quick decision to skip them and jump over the handrail.

I experience a second of airborne, before my feet hit the floor, before I'm back to running for my life.

Mom's footsteps are a few feet behind me and reaching speed. Hitting a corridor, I grab the first doorknob, twist, open, then slam shut after I'm in.

Mom's body slams against the door causing the door to rattle. "Koan! This is the thanks I get for giving you nourishment?"

Covering my mouth with my hand, I also have to bite my knuckles to stop the giggles that wants to escape. I don't want to piss her off more.

"Get your butt out here, or I'll blow the door down!" She reminds me of The Big Bad Wolf from The Three Little Pigs.

Kind of funny since she's a witch.

Even though she's kind of scary, I like when she's playful

Moments like this is rare, since attacks on the coven are being more frequent, mom and dad have been busy leaving me to myself most of the time.

My brothers aren't even here. Even if they were, it wouldn't make a difference. Akil, my eldest brother would complain, give me glares, and and avoid me to all cost. Adonis, the middle son would push me to my limits with my magic.

Akil, who was born in Ancient Egyptian along the Nile, is the heir to the throne. He has to be, he's the vampire, as Adonis is the witch who was born in Sparta.

Lucky them. They were born during the greatest periods in history. It makes me beyond jelly. When was I born? During the 1990s!

Okay that wasn't a bad time to be born. The cartoons were badass, but that's the only good thing.

Ugh! All the tickling, running, and thinking made me tired. It's time for a nap.

Falling face down on the nearest soft surface, which happens to be a couch. I relax my muscles and close my heavy eyes.

Not even worrying about mom barging in, I succumb into the dark abyss of sleep.