A/n i hate this chapter. i wrote this when I think I had covid and was throwing up i dont know why that cured my writers block for only like 1 hour but this chapter is now not being used, and it's just not my best work. I'll keep it on here to keep your guys' comments it's just this chapter doesn't go with how I planned the next chapter and I'm to lazy to write around 800 words on that chapter while this one was 200, pretend this chapter doesn't exist and just skip to next chapter or if you want to read bad writing go ahead it just won't connect to the rest of the story and how I have it barely planned out I just now this chapter is garbage and it won't be referenced later in story
-JOE
Zackary pov
*warning suicidal thoughts*
"MOTHER IM HOME," i say kinda loudly as she likes me too
"Come here, baby," I hear mother say in a breathy voice
I don't want to go, I don't want to feel her touch on my skin, I don't want to hear her voice when she is touching me.
Why can't I just leave? Why don't I just go next door.
why must I feel the need to please her, even though it makes me sick to my stomach.
Why can't I just have a normal family and not need to do stuff with mother.
"Zackary, come here now, I don't want to be kept waiting."
"Coming mother," I say with a frightened tone to my voice
"Baby, where is my stuff" she says as soon as I enter the room
"Someone bumped into me and made me drop it. I'm so sorry, please don't punish me, " I say with hope in my voice. Maybe she will be kind today
"OH baby, you know I can't do that, my friends are coming over in 10 minutes and you need to get ready for them so go clean your self up and strip and wait in my room"
"Yes, mother,"
When will I just be man enough to kill myself, so my suffering can end.
Sorry, guys, for not updating this year. It is already so hard for me. Tomorrow is the 2 year anniversary of my mom's death, and I just needed to distract myself from it, so I wrote a chapter, I hope to write more frequently in the future.
Until then, see you guys later.
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