Zero Fujita POV
Wednesday, December 13th 2017
3:54 PMI sat there. My bags packed everyone saying goodbye. I honestly can't believe I am leaving this hell hole into another one.
I softly nuzzle my head into my hands. That are covered by my creepypasta gloves.
Oh look. Your waiting for nothing! Viktor isn't commimg to get you!
I ignore the voice. As I see a white hair male run up to me. I stand up pulling my bags by my sides.
"Hi Zero!" He cheers ever so happily.
I smile. It's fake.
"Hi Viktor!"
"Are you ready to go?" He says picking up one of the bags. I nod yes. We start to go the car.
I put the bags into the trunk and we go off.
The car ride felt like it was hours. Well that is probably because I fell asleep on the way.
I was awoke by Viktor. He was carrying me making me flip out. I jump out of his arms and fall onto my hands and knees.
All a sudden a memory pops into my brain.
"Get over here you little fucker!"
Jin says picking me up by the hem of my shirt.
My body shakes as my so called new dad hits me with a mad fist. As he is done with me I fall onto my hands and knees.Before I knew it I was inside a house after that short memory. I felt tears running down my already-stain cheeks.
"Oh Lord! Are you okay Zero!" A male with black hair and piercing brown orb's for eyes.
"Yes, i-i am fine." I say wiping the tears off my face.
"Yuuri is he okay?" I see Viktor peak his head around the door to somewhere.
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Okay sorry this chapter was short. I was hurrying out of ideas for this chapter.
Sorry!

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