Living In Trauma | #MLB (Miraculous Ladybug) Fanfic

3: Behind Closed Doors

Adrien
I got home before nine, shaking when I collapsed onto bed. It happened again and I wasn't able to stop it. I was thankful Chloe stopped it before it could get any worse. I owe her one. I cried into the pillows, because my father had led me into a trap and made money from it. "Kid, what happened? You completely broke down." Plagg asked with concern coming out of the drawer.

"I'm fine Plagg, really just tired that's all." I said then started sobbing again. "Your not ok, it happened again did it?" He said I nodded and cried into the pillow, feeling Plagg hug my shoulder, "it did happen again, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it." I cried. "I'm gonna cataclysm their asses, I swear if anyone tries to hurt my Adrien, they'll have to get through me first!" Plagg said then added "you are stronger than you think, don't forget that." I nodded and wiped my eyes.

Suddenly the door busts open and Plagg instantly hid in the drawers. It was father and he looked mad. "Adrien!"

"Yes father?" I said nervously, standing up. "You were out past your curfew!" He said angrily, crap! I was supposed to be back by eight not nine damn it! "I'm sorry father, I just lost track of time." I said. His hand strikes my cheek, making me hold it as it stung. My own father had hit me, I couldn't believe him. "No excuses! You obey me and only me, got that?! Huh?!" He yelled as I nodded "y-yes father." I stuttered.

"Good." He said in a cold tone and left my room. If only the fans and the crazed paparazzi knew what really happened behind closed doors. They think I live the perfect live style because I'm rich and can have anything. Money buys many things but the one thing money can't buy is happiness. They may crave my life but once they see what really happens behind closed doors, they will be grateful for their normal live style.

I may be smiling on the outside but it doesn't mean I'm having a good a day. If only Mum was still here, father wouldn't be so cruel and maybe none of this would have ever happened.

"I miss you mum, I wished you were still here," I said quietly to her statue in the back garden as I placed a pink rose on it, her favourite flower.

Flashback:
"Mummy, Mummy! I picked a flower," squeaked five year old Adrien holding a pink rose in his little hand, with a little mud on his face and hands. "I see you have my little honeybun. Adrien do you know what flower this is?" Emilie said crouching down to his level and giving him a cuddle. "It's a rose mummy."

"Yes it is, roses are one of my favourite flowers." Emilie then looks at her watch, realising she had be at an audition for a film at half three. "Why do you like roses mummy?" Little Adrien said fiddling with the rose he picked.

"Well little one, I like roses because to me they represent love between people." Emilie said and kissed her child's forehead, "let's go inside before your father starts to wonder where we are."

They go inside the brightly coloured living room, vase of colourful roses and lilies made central on the table.

"Hey honey, look at what Adrien had picked today." Emilie said as Gabriel got up from his seat at the table and went over to his wife and son. "I picked a rose!" Adrien squeaked with joy.

"You did, let's put it in a vase." Gabriel said going to the kitchen, getting out a glass clear but narrow vase. He filled it with some water, as Emilie lifted Adrien up so that he could put the rose in the vase. "Looks lovely. Now Adrien, Mummy has go to an audition now but don't worry I'll be back in time for dinner." Emilie said putting him down and giving his a kiss on the forehead.

"Ok Mummy." Little Adrien said as he hugged her legs.

Emilie grabbed her purse and the script for her audition, "I'll be back soon, bye." She kisses Gabriel which made Adrien go "Eww that's gross." Which made her giggle as she opened the door saying "love you." Closing it behind her.