EUPHORIC | t.s.h

prologue

Wello lovies!!

Hey ok it's me lmao wanted to introduce y'all to this story. It's very different from what I normally write, as a new writer (XD) I'm still experimenting with different types of styles, in this story I'll particularly be focusing on drama , let's see how that works out for us :)

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Y/n Gray Wheeler.

Stories are meant to start from a simpler time, a life changing event, a new beginning, an end to something good, a day out in the field, or a day sitting in class wondering where you'd find your Romeo? But my story. It starts from my dad.

I was conceived like most normal children in the midst of our population, on accident.

It was just one meaningless night, a one time thing, nonetheless a fucking accident. I don't like to go into details of how I was conceived, knowing that none of my parents knew that this one mistake out of pure lust would change their lives forever, was very well enough. Well not so much for my mother, she's a whore.

You see my mother wasn't exactly a woman with a big heart, she didn't care who's life she ruined or the consequences she might ever face in her life, the only thing that concerned her was if her shinning black heels matched with her dumpy black sweater.
Both my parents were in high school when I was born, both 16 and utterly clueless.

My mother, although I doubt even calling her that, Jennifer didn't want to let my mere existence into the world ruin her life. My father on the other hand, didn't care about his worth or if he'd be able to take care of me, just that if I was born, I'd be safe.

My mother suggested multiple ways to get rid of me while I was inside her big glamorous slutty uterus as a fetus, but my dad talked her out of it, he preferred that I was sent into adoption. Finding a little gleam in her heart, she agreed.

And so that brings us to the day where she clutched onto the bed sheets, pulling them towards her as she yelled in enormous pain to let out the small baby she had been carrying for nine months, on a sunny day in the small town of Kingston. She refused to even look at my face, to even see her own daughter just once, but my father. He wasn't like her.

The moment the doctor handed my small bean of a body to him, the moment I held onto his thumb with my small fingers, the moment I cried in his arms, he knew I was the most important thing into the world for him.

He never talked to my mom as soon as I was given birth too, they never spoke of again. But my dad couldn't bare to give me up and thinking about it now, neither can I.

My dad along with my grandparents moved out of Kingston to a bigger city, with more people, and less frequent chances of seeing them.
A bigger city meant running away from my father's past, and that's what we did. Run away from our past.

I was raised solely by my grandparents whilst my father finished his education and looked for a job, which was to no avail.

Eleven years old, I was just eleven years old when I found out that my father was labelled as an alcohol addict. The delay on his job, his career, his love life and me, they were all aspects that made him anxious. And he couldn't handle it. But he was still my hero.

My father spent 3 years in rehab, for a fresh new beginning he was more determined then ever to finally get a job and he did. 5 months after rehab he joined a banking company, he was finally paid well enough to supply to his family, to me.