Y/N has had everything ripped away from her, and her world has crumbled to form a living Hell. Coming to her rescue was a peculiar creature from another world, who finds the girl to be rather useful, so he takes her back to his world with a plan to...
I take in a deep breath of air as I sit up quickly from my mattress. I pant heavily as I pat down my body to check if this was reality. I run a hand through my messy locks, feeling a trace of sweat near my hairline, as my eyes wander towards the window. I move aside the curtain and find that it's morning. I sigh, officially calming down, while the warm rays of light shine down on me.
'Wasthatalljustadream?' I release the curtain, letting it cover the window and block the sunlight from entering my room. My gaze then falls on the clock on my wall and nearly have a heart attack upon seeing the time.
'Shit! I'mgonnabelate.' With a frustrated groan, I throw my blanket off my form and get off my bed. I stretch my arms above my head as I let out a loud yawn before walking over to my dresser. After digging through the clothes inside the drawers for a few moments, I finally find what I wanted to wear today.
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After putting on my pants and shirt, I froze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end like someone was watching me. I bite the inside of my cheek in attempts to ignore it as I quickly throw on my hoodie and socks. This sensation is beginning to freak the Hell out of me, especially if what happened last night was real. I'm scared to think that someone might actually be spying on me. I exit my bedroom and enter the kitchen. I find mom making pancakes, while Jeff sat at the table, scarfing down the food he had on his plate. I send the man a sharp glare, knowing he wasn't paying attention to me at the time.
'Disgustingpig.' My eyes flick over to mom's face, finding it hard not to take notice of the new scar that ran across her face. It was much larger than the smaller ones that went up her arms and accompanied the nasty bruises on her cheeks. I grit my teeth and clench my fists. If I were strong enough, I'd beat the s*** out of Jeff for doing this to her. My mother doesn't deserve this sort of treatment.
Remaining silent, I sit at the kitchen table. Mom greets me with a smile, but doesn't say "good morning" like she used to, as she sets down a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs in front of me. I know why. She doesn't want to break this silence in fear of changing the somewhat comfortable atmosphere in here. When there's silence, there is peace.
The portions on my plate are small. She must have noticed the time and knew I wouldn't be able to eat a full breakfast. Following the plate is a cup of grape juice. I consume as much as I can before standing up and putting my dishes in the sink. I don't exchange goodbyes as I put on my shoes and grab my blue backpack before leaving the apartment.
I sigh as I walk over to the bus stop while rubbing the back of my neck. That feeling still remained and kept me on edge. I look around, but can't find the cause like usual. I board the yellow bus once it stops and opens its doors for me. I avoid eye contact with everyone as I pass them by to sit in the back.
