(DARKO'S POV)
WAY TO RUIN THE MORNING PLANS.
Right that does it, this house is out to get me. After a long night, I was finally awake and ready to have my lovely morning cup of tea when I was suddenly clumsy with handling the kettle and spilled the fucking water onto my hand. I SHRIEKED. What the hell. The key to my joy, my first and only love, my comfort, the boiled water that would soon become a lovely cup of tea had just scalded my hand. The betrayal could not be explained. I am absolutely devastated by this tragedy. I hope to whoever listens that this never happens again. How could this have happened!?
I stared at the burn on my hand before growling at the kettle. I do not want to have to go into hospital or that is going to be very bad for me. It hasn't even been a week since I woke up and I'm already fucking hurting myself. I hate life, why is the TEA out to get me now!? What have I even done to deserve this? Oh wait. Quite a lot I reckon. Well, that's not important in any way, I was just bored. What can a guy do when he's bored!? This world is not murderer friendly. Now, the house has been set up to try and kill me! Who is doing this? Why!?
Oh my god... I hope I didn't wake the kid up. Poor thing couldn't sleep all night because of that thunderstorm, I don't know why. I tried talking to them but I guess that didn't help last night. Oh well, I'm letting them sleep through the morning but now that I've just scalded my hand and let out a loud shriek, I highly doubt they're asleep anymore. Ugh, I am horrible at this. Remind me to never come back to this establishment. I'm NOT a father.
In my shock, what I was fearing had come true and AK came running into the kitchen with a panicked look on their face. Oh boy, here we go...
"Lewis? I heard screaming! What happened!?" They said, rushing up to me.
"Nothing."
"W-Why did you scream then?"
"Uh... Kettle was hot." That's partially true, I'm not lying. I am no liar.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course. Why don't you get back to bed kiddo, alright?"
AK nodded and wandered back to my room to continue sleeping. I should probably check the paint in their room to see if it's done drying so they can have their room back but right now, my hand fucking hurts like HELL. I looked at the burn and put it under the sink faucet to run cold water on it, hissing as the water hit my skin. I have never felt more betrayed before. I can't even look at the kettle without wanting to cry and I do not cry. But, once I get this burn figured out I'll make a lovely cup of tea to calm myself down.
...
The tea is what caused this ENTIRE MESS in the first place...
That doesn't matter, I'll be extra careful this time. I will not give up on my one and only love like that, never. After running the cold water on my burnt hand, I left it alone and used the sleeve of my shirt to keep it covered. There are no bandages here and I don't want the kid asking why I've got a bandaged hand so this will have to do.
This is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me in my... let's see uh... One year of existence. My only love, my comfort, my everything, the kettle that makes my lovely tea, it slipped out of my hand and the boiling water spilled on me. I still can't comprehend this. Even staring at the burn and thinking "Oh my, this is real." I can't cope.
I took a look at AK's room and it looks nice. I don't like the color purple, I much prefer the lovely color of red which reminds me of blood but if purple is what they like then so be it. I think the paint has fully dried so we can get the furniture back in because right now the house is a bit of a mess. I'll do it while they sleep so they can be surprised when they wake up. I'm happy with how things worked out, we had a paint fight whilst painting and that was very fun. It's great seeing them happy, it's quite unfortunate that they couldn't sleep last night but that's okay.
I put the furniture back into their room while they were still asleep and then I made myself a lovely cup of tea and some crumpets on the side and I didn't burn myself this time, life is an absolute wonder I swear. Shortly afterward, they woke up and I made them some... breakfast? Lunch? Food. And then I would show them their room.
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Darko's Adopted Kid (Adopted by Dawko) ★
Fanfiction--☆-- An 11 year old child called AK has been an orphan since their only parent was murdered by an unknown person at the popular UK theme park, Alton Towers, in May of 2019. Months have passed and it is now September when they are adopted by a 23 ye...
