Chapter 8

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•·.·Espresso's POV·.·•

(tw: abuse)

I woke up in a weird room that pretty much just had a bed and a desk

'Where am I..'

'Hm. This looks a lot like the room I had when I was at my bio parent's house'

'Wait.. THIS IS THE ROOM'

I sat up quickly

'Oh no..'

'No no no no no'

I started having a panic attack

"Oh calm down. It's not like your dying" I heard someone say

I recognized them as my mom

I started sobbing even more

Then I felt something sharp slash my arm

I noticed that my mom slashed my arm with a knife

"Are you gonna stop acting like a baby now?" She asked

I looked at the wound with widened eyes

"How are you even my son" She muttered before leaving

I went in a fetal position and continued to sob

'I want Madeleine..'

'I miss him so much'

A cookie that looked like a maid entered and just started cleaning

I didn't really trust them, so I just laid down and hid under the blanket (best hiding spot)

Luckily cookies are flat, so I'm able to just lay there and wait

'I'm not surprised these terrible excuses for parents have a maid. These mfs love to make cookies do things for them'

When I heard the maid leave, I sat up and wrapped myself in the blanket

'This bed is so uncomfortable'

'How am I gonna escape.. It's not like I can just teleport away. They'll just find me again..'

I sighed and sobbed into the blanket

'Why can't I be happy..'

'All I wanted was to be happy with Madeleine. I wanted him to help me overcome my phobia'

'I've only been away from him for a bit, but I already miss him. I miss my adoptive family'

'They were the only ones I had, but these freaks just took it all away'

'I hate my bio parents so much'

Then my stomach started rumbling

'Of course I'm hungry..'

I started to remember when Madeleine would bring me sugarcoated donuts and coffee

I sobbed even more

"Shut up before I actually kill you" I heard my dad say

My eyes widened, then I tried to stop sobbing

Luckily, I did

"Fucking finally" He said

Then he left

I sighed and wiped my tears

'Why does it always have to be me..'

Then my mom came into the room

'FUCK. OFF.'

"There are guests coming over, and you will marry their daughter" She said

"I have a loving boyfriend.." I said

"I DONT CARE. YOUR DOING IT ANYWAY. IM NOT HAVING A GAY AS A SON. SHE IS GONNA CHANGE YOU, AND THATS IT. END OF STORY"

'Well damn..'

I wanted to sob because the thought of cheating on Madeleine was just horrible

'It's fine.. I'll just not do anything romantic with her.. Or sexual'

'And if I ever see Madeleine again, he doesn't have to know'

'Ughh this feels terrible'

'How do I trust her? How do I know that she won't try making me.. y'know.. How do I know she won't be abusive?'

'Am I ever gonna see Madeleine again..?'

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