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I rub my arms nervously while walking to Damian's apartment, I told myself that was it, I was gonna quit, that was supposed to be the last bag.
I knock on his door, desperate for substance. I look up as I hear the door open. Damian's standing there smiling with my mother and father behind him.
"Mother... what-what are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here Y/N?! What are you doing here!?" She sneers with disgust.
I look at Damian confused, why would he rat himself out like that.
"We are gonna take you somewhere special Y/N, for you to get better" my father says grabbing my arms.
"No! No im not sick" I shout with fear, looking everyone as my father drags me down the hallway of the apartment with my mother behind him shaking her head, I glance behind at him, he's smirking, why?
