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- prey. s.p x reader
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I awakened to the smell of breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and freshly brewed coffee. Created by my mother, Linda. Who is a absolute saint, may I add. The woman rarely ever complained. Known for being this cheerful happy go' lucky person. The opposite of my father, Arnold. The man was always frowning & complaining. Nothing was ever good enough for the man. Well—besides my mother, of course.
Upon entering the kitchen, I took note of the two. My mother cooking, while my father seated himself at table with his coffee and newspaper. "Morning." I greet, bringing his attention away from the written article. "Mornin' darlin. Uh, will you be a dear? And turn on the television?" I nod, immediately doing so. With a simple push of a button, a televised commercial appears.
"Amelia, honey. I'm almost finished with your breakfast. Just give me a few moments." My mother exclaims, shouting over the obnoxiously loud kitchen fan. Before I could reassure or express words of appreciation, a familiar voice rings throughout their kitchen. Turning towards the television, I'm welcomed by the sight of Joseph Seed. Who was proudly promoting his 'cause'. Or what most people in this region referee to it as his, 'cult-calling'...
