you didn't laugh as hard as i thought you would.
in fact,
you didn't laugh at all;
you just looked...disgusted.i thought your disgust was directed towards me,
but it wasn't.it was directed towards my mother.
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it's been quite a few months since we first met each other,
and we've become really close.we had to sneak around to hang out because if she'd found out
i was socializing without her direction,...i don't even want to think about it...
you saw what she did when i was talking to you under the watchful eyes of others.
she went off on a rant about me needing to keep myself away from you,
well boys in general,
and slapped me.but not before telling me that she wouldn't allow me to embarrass her and tarnish her reputation because i 'felt like being a side whore'.
i'm pretty sure she wouldn't hesitate to kill me.
especially if she found out i was sneaking out at all hours of the night,
or, God forbid,sneaking you in.
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you told me you didn't like my mother very much.
truthfully, neither do i.•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
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Short StoryD.O.L.L.H.O.U.S.E. i see things that nobody else sees ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Based off of and inspired by Melanie Martinez's 'Doll House' *lowercase intended (except for names)