|| Sunday ||
"Mitchell, I tried calling the house phone but you didn't pick up. Where were you?"
Mitch shrugs and pushes his food around on his plate.
"I expect you to answer me."
Mitch looks up and glares at her. She knows fully well that Mitch won't.
"Don't you glare at your mother, boy!" The filthy man sitting at the end of the table booms. "Treat her with respect!"
Mitch slowly lowers his gaze back to his plate.
"How's therapy going?"
Mitch pushes away from the table and stands up, ignoring their hard glares as he storms away from the 'family dinner'.
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therapy (scömìche au)
Fanfic"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
