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𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦,
𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕖
𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥
𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨
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Six Months Ago
I sighed as I rounded the corner and my house came into view. I didn't even want to imagine the scene I was about to walk into, but it's not like I could avoid it forever.
After hesitating for the 10th time since I started my walk home, I headed up the path and to the front door. As soon as I opened it, I was met with the sight of empty cardboard boxes at the base of the staircase.
The hallway walls once lined with family photos were now almost completely barren. My heart sank, and I felt all of the anger from earlier come rushing back.
I looked down at my phone that began buzzing in my hand and immediately declined it. It continued to buzz and buzz until I finally gave up and answered.
"Hey princess, did you make it home yet?" Came the sickly sweet voice on the other end.
"What the fuck did you do?" I snapped, not even caring that my anger is making this more fun for him.
A laugh as cold as ice rings out.
" I told you if I can't have you then I'd take away everything, didn't I? I just thought I'd give your parents a call and tell them about your new life development since you're so sure of yourself." Bile began to rise in my throat. I hung up the call and blocked his number immediately.
"Oh good you're back," Mom said as she came down the hall and saw me still standing in the doorway. She refused to make eye contact and looked like she'd been crying.
"What's going on?" I asked, even though I already knew what was about to happen.
"What's going on is you're going to pack your things and get the fuck out of my house." Dad bellows, coming up beside where mom was standing.
Funny how words can sound just like a sucker punch if you try hard enough
I stared at the man that taught me how to ride a bike when I was six and went to every single one of my volleyball games. The man who told me he loved me every day before he'd leave for work. I looked over to my mom, standing there beside him with her arms crossed.
My mom, who always went out of her way to spend as much time with my sister and I as possible, who always helped me with my math, and who would hug me like the world was about to end every day.
"You're not welcome here anymore," Was all she said before turning and walking away.
