master elmo

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i heard a light knock at my door
"come in.", i said.

my mother entered my room, the scent of alcohol trailing behind her.

"hey ugly fat nasty bitch.", she slurred.

my mom hated me. she never treated me kindly. not once. i can't wait to move out and escape her massive cocaine addiction.

"pack your shit!", she yelled
"what?"
"i sold you to someone and they're arriving in 30 minutes."
"how could you do this? i'm your daughter!", i yelled as tears filled my eyes.
"i need money to support my cocaine addiction.", she said with a shrug.
"but mom you can't- i don't even know what to-"

before i could finish my sentence, my mother picked up a wooden chair and smashed it over my head.

"pack your shit.", she said as she left my room.

i instantly broke down into tears.
i wanted to just sob my eyes out, but there was no time for crying. i had to get my stuff together.

my heart raced as i packed my suitcase. terrible thoughts started running through my head. who did she sell me too? what did they want with me? i tried to brush these thoughts aside as i got ready.

i threw my luscious blonde hair into a messy bun. i quickly grabbed a grey champion hoodie and some lululemon leggings. i threw my blankets off my bed in an effort to find my lavender iphone 11. as i was putting on my air force 1's i heard the doorbell ring.

"y/n he's here!", my mother shouted.
"coming mom!"

as i grabbed my suitcase i saw my journal laying on my bedside table. i was debating not bringing it but i caved. i knew i would need my journal.

as i walked downstairs i saw the most gorgeous man i'd ever seen. his entire body was covered in red fur and he was wearing a black suit with a dark blue tie.

"y/n this is elmo.", my mother said as she gestured towards him.
"hi...elmo..."

elmo bit his lip softly and raised one eyebrow. he eyed me up and down as i nervously twirled my hair.

he stared at me for what felt like forever, until he said, "well...you're perfect for my...needs. let's get going y/n."

he walked to the door and held it open for me. i looked back at my mother one last time before leaving my childhood home.

elmo closed the door behind him and escorted me to his black lamborghini. he put my suit case in the trunk and opened the door for me. i sat down in the passenger seat and turned my head towards the window. he started the car and began to pull out of the driveway. i kept my gaze focused on window for the whole drive.