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My shitty parents.com

🚨🚨WARNING🚨🚨SMEXY TIME AHEAD. IT IS IN THE SECOND POV. PLEASE BE ADVISED AND READ AT YOUR OWN CAUTION.

Chapter 4: My shitty parents.com

Krystal's POV

"Hello? Is anybody home?" I called out through the grand foyer. My voice echoed back at me. My feet were killing me from a long Saturday spent shopping.

"Up here sweetie," I heard my moms soft voice call.

I ascended the spiral staircase and found her and my dad were getting ready for some...event?

"Where are you guys going?" I asked, leaning against their door.

"Oh Mr. Oakley invited us out for brunch. He is such a delight," Mother giggled and uncapped a tube of mascara. Father stayed silent.

As you can see he was a man of few words. Unless they involved berating me for messing up his image.

"By the way I talked to my counselor yesterday morning. She said it was never too early to start searching for colleges and that I should look into it," I was excited for all the opportunities I'd have once I left this small town. I could be anything I wanted to be. I didn't have to be 'Krystal the Queen Bee' anymore.

"Why would you want to go to college?" My mother laughed.

"So I can get a degree."

"A degree!" This time my father laughed. "She thinks she can get a degree!"

"Honey college is for smart people," My mother said.

"You don't think I'm smart enough?"

"Of course not," My father answered. "You hang out with Rosie for crying out loud. The girl is stupid. Point, blank, period."

"Just because I hang out with Rosie doesn't mean her dumbness rubbed off on me," I snapped. "Have you even seen my school work? My transcript?"

"They still give those out?" My mother questioned.

"Krystal just get this idea of college out of your head. I certainly won't pay for you to waste your time."

"But it's not a waste!" I argued.

"And what exactly would you get your degree in?" Father looked at me with a brow raised.

"I don't know but I'll figure it out. Lots of people find themselves and their passions in college."

"Darling look at you. You're young, you're pretty. Why would you want to go to college when you have all the money in the world?" Mother smiled at me. "You don't need to have a job or a degree. Josh will provide all that for you once you two get married."

"Married?" I spluttered. "Who said anything about marriage?"

"Of course you two will be getting married. The whole town expects it."

"Oh and once we get married I'll sit prettily at home with his kids cooking and cleaning while he's at work right?" I said sarcastically.

"My dear of course not. That's what a nanny and a maid are for."

"I've had enough of you Krystal," My dad glared at me. "Your opinion does not matter. You will do what everyone expects you to do. Because I have a reputation to uphold and I will not have you gallivanting around with these wild ideas ruining it."