The Secret Child/ A SerbAlbo Story

2𖦹𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𖦹

Warning:There are serious topics discussed in this chapter.These might be sensitive for some people.PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE IT.These will be marked with this red ball 🔴

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𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅🇦🇱:

Well,today is the day I will have to live 2 years with that gomar.Will I survive this?I don't know,I guess I will just suprise myself.

I stand up and sit for a minute,collecting my mind.
Then I stand up and dress myself.A loose over sized black t-shirt with gray pants and an albanian necklace.I fix my messy hair and puts on my qeleshe(albanian cap) and packs the luggage.I pack everything needy for the me.

Finally I'm ready and steady,I pack some more things,like the albanian Flag,illyric Flag and some extra çay.Not to forget my guns and knife collection and of course my pills.Hopefully Serbia won't find them.

I take my luggage and come to the entrence of my home.

,,I will miss you."I exclaim and go out.

I take a taxi to my new 'home'.
There already stands Serbia,waiting for me.

,,Hope you had to wait long enough."I whisper.

,,Yeah,your butt took its time."he answers.

I sigh and he opens the house door trampling in first.Rude as fuck.I grab my luggage and go inside.The house is big.

We go into our rooms and I glance one final time at the Serb.He seems to be annoyed,just like me.I don't care about his emotions or what that asshole thinks about me.

{After getting comfortable and out packing everything}

My stomach growls and I toss in my bed.It smells nice,there's even a carpet with flower patterns.I hung up my flag,just like some pictures of my ancestors.

I clap my shoulder and am proud of myself.

,,I should really go eat something."I think to myself.
Before I go downstairs I put on my qeleshe and my albanian necklace.

My hop down the stairs and enter the kitchen,Serbia is already there.
,,And,is anything in there?"I ask curiously mentioning the fridge.

,,Look for yourself."

I title my head and sigh in annoyence.I open the fridge and bend down.Nothing.Suddlenly Serbia comes near me and slaps my ass.

,,OW,WHAT THE FUC-"

But before I could speak it out he pushes me on the ground and takes a bottle of vodka out.

I am still in shock but gather myself in a matter of seconds and stand up.Angered I run up to the taller male and try to slap him,but he takes my wrist while drinking his vodka.Then he suddenly takes it out of his mouth and stuffs it into mine.

It burns like hell.My eyes trun a bit red and a really small tear escapes my eye.

How does he enjoy this liquid?He lets my wrist alone and grabs my face,forcing all the vodka down my throat.He lets it go and I cough drastically.