I am not here to tell you that having a mate is something so wonderful and you live happily in love with your seven children, in a huge cottage on a rainbow of colors and happiness.
No I am not going to tell you that all because that would be a lie.
Honestly, those types of stories depend on the mate and how they find eachother, but since I am not telling you one of those stories. I obviously didn't get a mate I found dear to me.
My name is Amelia and right now I am sitting in the kitchen floor, I am not bleeding or dying. No however I am wishing I was.
No, as of now I am lost inside a land full of thoughts while counting the seconds that tick by as I wait for my mate to come home.
As I stare at the bleach my mind ponders upon the different soups I can come up with.
I jump as the door opens and as thudded boots walk toward me I am lifted off the ground by the hair on my head. A punch to my face is given and I land on the ground again as he released me.
A gleaming white smile and black eyes speak venomously..
"Daddy's home."
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