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⚠️PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18⚠️
Sarabi is a girl who has suffered many things in life. From her parents dying, to an abusive step brother, she doesn't know what to do. Fortunately she has The Wee...
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Authors Note: I present to you: Isaiah😎. And I've decide to change his age to 5. That's all for now. Hope y'all enjoy!
Sarabis Pov:
The strange man looked at Abel disappointingly as he stood between us.
You could tell by the pained look on his face that he wasn't expecting the welcoming he got.
"My son. After all these years you still hold my sins against me." He sighed.
"Don't son me. You lost the right to do that when you left."
"Come on baby at least try to hear him out."
"Nah fuck all that. He might have my moms fooled because he found a new religion and shit but I'll never forgive him. His ass is lucky to still be standing in my presence right now." He spewed coldly.
"Come on don't be like that." I pleaded as we watched him disappear up the stairs.
I was about to go after him until his father gently pulled me back.
"Let him cool off. He has every right to be upset with me. I shouldn't have come here." He mumbled as he let me go and took a seat on the sofa.
I reluctantly looked towards the stairs before I slowly took a seat on the chair across from him.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"His mother and I met when we were both still young and foolish. You know how they say it. Right people wrong time? Anyway, after she got pregnant with Abel everything went left. I couldn't handle the pressure of being a new father."
"That's when you left, didn't you?"
"Well- yes. After he was born I tried for a long as I could but I couldn't get right. I started drinking so heavily that all I did was sleep and lash out at her for small nothings. Eventually Samra-"
Before he could finish the sentence we could hear Abel yelling as he came rushing down the stairs.
We had gotten so wrapped up in conversation that we didn't realize he had came back out of the room and was listening in on us the entire time.
"Keep my moms name out your fucking mouth! You don't get a chance to justify yourself like you're the victim. If I hadn't made it clear let me do so now. I will never forgive you alright? That means I don't want you explaining shit to me, OR sarabi. Cool?"
"Okay, okay." His said as he threw up his hands in defeat.
Abel shot him another cold glare before grabbing my arm and pulling me to the stairs.
