Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
again sorry for taking forever, my brother got in a rlly bad car accident so I guess I'm rlly living that wattpad author life 😛
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I stare in horror at my phone, no, no, no.
How did they find my account? No idea, I thought I blocked everyone person that ever tortured me.
YOU'VE BEEN ADDED TO A GROUPCHAT WITH @LILLYXO44 @RYANMILLS @DENNIZZ @MARAGDD
RYANMILLS: DONT THINK WE FORGOT ABOUT WHAT YOU DID, LITTLE BITCH.
LILLYX044: IF WE SEE YOU IM FUCKING YOU UP.
MARAGDD: YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING LIAR LEO, WE DIDNT DO SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT.
DENNIZZ: WATCH YOUR FUCKING BACK LEO
I scramble, powering it off. Dad raises an eyebrow from the couch across from me.
Just play it off cool.
As he's about to ask if everything is okay I lurch and sprint for the bathroom, throwing myself over the toilet and emptying my guts out.
A pit forms in my stomach despite me practically emptying out all its contents.
My ears ring and I hear my mom and dad in the background, arguing.
God, I'm such a fucking pussy, I should have never told my dad, they hate me. They are going to kill me. What if they tell my new friends and they start to hate me too?
"Breath Leo," I hear my brother's muffled voice say.
But I don't notice it as I slide against the bathroom wall, yanking on my hair. I want to disappear.
I probably look insane right now—pulling my strands out, sobbing, and kicking around the bathroom floor like a child.
Maybe I am, no one knows what's wrong with me. I should be a doctor, I'm great at diagnosing.
"You're going to pass out son, breath." All the air suddenly enters my throat and I start to choke on it, the hot tears drip from my eyes and into my already damp cheeks.
I pull my knees up to my chest and sob into them. "Dad, what's happening to him?" August's shakey voice asks.
Why can't I be normal for once?
I dig my eyes into my knees, enough to be painful.
I keep them hidden in there for as long as I can, and when I open them my Dad and Mom are sitting by the sink and toilet with worried looks on their faces.
