Consume || Ricky Olson || Discontinued

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• ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

"Are you on crack?"

You ask, locking eyes with your father who is incredibly displeased with the way you have spoken to him.

"No, seriously! Are you smoking fucking crack?"

Not once have you ever spoken to him in such a way that's so disrespectful and with such a vengeful tone that's meant to strike a nerve in every single way you meant it too.

You've even jumped out of your seat in the middle of the fancy restaurant, your hands balled at your side as you look around the table in disbelief and shock.

"Meadow."

He warns, his finger raising to point to the kid with long black hair across from you. His rings in his lip as he stares completely stunned and waiting for the other shoe to drop. His eyes wide.

"This is happening."

The kid  is just as unhappy as he looks to his own parents who refuse to make eye contact. Well, his mother doesn't. His father is making eye contact with a stern look. The most stern one he has seen yet.

"No. No. No."

You chuckle, grabbing the cell phone of yours off the table and typing furiously.

You'll be damned if this happens to you.

This happens in the fucking Amish community, not to you.

"This is fucking illegal."

You shake your head, "This can't be a real thing."

Your dad's hand comes around your wrist, tugging the best he can to get you to sit down. The grip so tight it hurts, but you will refuse to show any sign of weakness.

You are fucking eighteen for god's sakes, you can run.

"It's legal. You're of age."

No, you absolutely refuse.

Hell no, over your dead body.

Your dad is speaking but you've blocked him out. Why should you listen to him? You look to the blue eyed teenager that sits across from you, eyes narrowing as you stare at him with a venomous look. 

Why isn't this boy or whatever he is speaking up? Why is it just you?

"Did you fucking know about this?"

You point to the boy across the table.

Teeth gritting as you jerk your hand away from your father's grip, only for him to grab it again with a growl that's meant to startle you.

"Did you know!?"

It startles him, all he can do is stare as he looks on as the horror that's unfolding before him.

"Hey, you."

You snarl.

"Did you fucking know!?"

Your father is incredibly displeased with your behavior tonight, what has gotten into you?

"No. Meadow Sage, he didn't know."

Your mother grabs your other wrist tugging it, "Sit down. Let us explain."

She whispers, "You're making a scene."

She frowns, sadness filled in her eyes as she stared at you.

Please, she mouths.

You soften, nodding as she gives a sincere smile. The first one you've seen in a while and while you want to stand and fight. You take the seat. Allowing the red chair to become a comfort as you do your best to remain calm to the best of your ability.

"This has been the plan since the day you were indeed confirmed to be a little girl."

You don't know why that makes the tears rolls down your cheeks, not the sudden bomb dropped on you. Not the fact you won't be attending colleges like all of your friends.

Berkeley University is suddenly no longer in your future.

Mr. Olson speaks up, his hand coming to rest on Ricky's.

"It's the same with our son, Ricky."

His blue eyes fill with worry as he looks towards you.