Chapter One

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by maryasel07

by maryasel07

[Y/N's POV ]

It was a warm summer's morning when I woke up, or decided to. Given the fact, when I reached over to check my phone the time read: 13:50. I'm no time expert but that's more of a hibernation than an actual sleep. With a good yawn and a stretch, I got out of my bed. The mirror reflecting a gnarly beast back to me. My hair looked like a brown haystack, my clothes looked like a radioactive baby threw up on me and added a fart for good measure. My face was as red as a tomato and if I looked close enough, there were seemingly tire marks that etched across my face.

Before I could even fathom the sight before me, I heard a LOUD bang, which was casually followed by my Mother calling for me, only she wasn't calling for me, she was YELLING and DEMANDING me to come downstairs right now.

With a final look at the mirror, I headed downstairs. Dreading whatever the old hag would want with me. I figured she'd want me to clean or cook. But the longer I took to reach the bottom floor, the more I feared she'd want something else.

Once I was downstairs, I heard my mother talking. Taking that as my sign, I followed the sound of her voice to our kitchen. Once, I was in the kitchen, My mother snapped her head towards me.

"Ah! Y/N!" The woman's voice piped up, grabbing me by the shoulders and dragging me in front of her. "This is my daughter! The one I was talking to you about." She added, her fingers digging into my bare shoulders. Though, the pain was un-fucking-bareable, the sight before me was seemingly worse. Two boys, almost identical to each other, had their eyes set on me. One of them looked disgusted whilst the other looked amused. Nonetheless, they were both looking at me, and judging me.

"Hang on, aren't there supposed to be three of you..?" My mother blurts out, her head peeking from behind me.

"Yes." One of them spoke, clearing his throat. "He's waiting, in the car.." He added, with a nod. Before looking at the guy besides him. "Yep.." The other one confirms.

"Oh-!" My mother replies. I look over at her, alarmed. "What the..fuck..is going on?" I finally ask. My mother, thankfully, lets go off my shoulders. Grinning. "Isn't it obvious..?" She said, softly. Now, turning so she was in front of me.

"I'm selling you." She beamed, heartedly. Her smile seemingly grew once my shocked expression finally registered on my face.

"YOUR..YOUR WHAT!?" I boomed, if my eyes could expand more I was sure they would pop out of my eye sockets. "Your SELLING me??" I repeat, "What am I? Fucking property!?" I spat. My mother's happy expression only heightens. "That's exactly what I'm doing. Look, I even packed your things up and everything!" She motions to the bag, singular, leaning against the wall.

"That's your st-" One of them started, but the other nudged him. "We don't judge-" He nods, firmly. But the fucking smug look on his little..

"Y/F/N.Y/M/N.Y/L/N." My mother boomed, causing me to look at her. "You are exhausting my patience and I don't have the time nor the energy for this, now leave. Or I'll throw you in MYSELF!" She ordered.

Maybe I shouldn't have tested that theory..Perhaps, I should've left on a good note. But alas, I was angry and all the more curious..

[END OF CHAPTER ONE]