My structured home had been abolished ever since dad died. The drag of this burden has been a weight on my shoulder and it was dragging me down with it. Walking through the archway of the saddened home I was faced with the shock of seeing my professor submitted to my mother in ecstasy (quite literally high of his head). How am I meant to react to this change in relation status? am I meant to be fine with it? How will I face him in lessons? overwhelming anxiety caught my breath as I ascended back to my bedroom wishfully begging for all of this to go away. My strenuous efforts to delete all memory of that encounter was anything but effortless.
Closing my eyes as I reached the comfort of my bed, a warmth of the duvet hugged me and drifted me off to sleep instantly.
THE NEXT DAY
Presenting myself in my occasional jumper and hoodie, I drag myself to my next day lesson with intent to ignore yesterdays incident and focus on my degree. Once I get that degree ill have free will to dedicate myself to a dream of mine I have had for many years. Or will something stop me?
An abrupt obstacle tackles me to the floor as a bugging noise of other students yap yap yap in my ear. I am too tired for this shit. Taking my seat I will-fully indulge myself in the lesson making keen notes on tasks and information that I know ill need. A boy my age creeping across near the presentation board catches my eye as I focus in on what he was lurking around for, removing wiring from the professors projector with a USB cable attached to something??? Next thing you know, a widespread video displayed across to our whole class of the interactions encountered between my mother and the targeted professor. The sexual intimacy caused a lump to form in my throat, following a mass of vomit escape with disgust. I ran, and ran, and ran, until I reached the doorstep of my birth home, greeting my mother with tear filled eyes I begged with desperation for her to stop seeing my professor and for us to move. With consideration, she agreed.
Author note: first book ive started since 2020 don't attack me. ill try to update as much as i can if any of you are really interested but I cant dedicate myself to this.
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Foundations
RomanceThe development of a young girl and her story through her struggles with her mother as well as a new appearance who puts up scaffolding in her life to create structure and meaning to what she once thought to be meaningless.
