(COMPLETED) Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction - Adrien is Not a Model.
He's an abused, broken boy.
Ever since his mom died a year ago, he's been abused by his father, who takes his anger out on him - his only son, Adrien.
The secret superhero tries to...
i was about to publish the chapter before realizing that half of what i planned for it wasn't even written xD. cuz usually i write out the scene in my head, like literally writing half of it. then when I have the time, i write it down on wattpad - edited.
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ADRIEN:
The summer was here and so was the quivering fear.
Trembling hands accompanied my deadly thoughts. Life had finally reached the tippoty top of Wretchedness Mountain. Complete days with Father. Stuck in a prison, unable to move, unable to blink because then I might be stabbed.
My throat burned with fear and my eyes brimmed with droplets of water.
Hearing the door close, my father calls me and I reluctantly answer by entering the kitchen. There he was, eyes bloodshot and reeking of alcohol and beer. I saw broken beer bottles beside him, obviously smashed, indicating an obvious burst of anger, meaning he had a bad day and I was his stress toy. I saw a whip beside him as well. I shut my eyes tight. "Yes, Father?"
He got up, eyes blazing with anger. "I was cheated today, boy, and your old friend wanted to pay a visit," he seethed, clearly enraged by how he was 'cheated'. But old friend?
... the whip. Swallowing tight, I managed to get out, "S-sorry, Father." Unable to think, my mouth formed meaningless words.
"If you're truly sorry for ruining my life, you'd end my misery by killing your f**king worthless self!" He shouted, making my upper lip tremble with anxiety. He came at me like I was a lion who needed obedience lessons. And I, the lion, was not looking forward to it.
As he approached me, I backed away, wanting so badly to get away from the monster that crawled out from under my bed. I hit solid wall and saw my dad's piercing gaze cut through me.
I felt a sharp slash against my back and cried out in complete agony. "F-father, plea—"
"Shut up, you selfish pig! And stop calling me your god-damned father because I'm so f**king ashamed to have you as a son, you s**tty excuse of a person!" He bellowed and I screamed as I felt the burning whip come in painful contact with my skin. Tears fell silently. I tasted them as they flowed down, crying and shaking with pain.
Then he backed away, breathing heavily. His red eyes making him look possessed. Keeping his eyes on me, he grabbed an empty beer bottle and wore a smile of twisted victory. I shivered with fear and my tears fell with deadly anticipation.
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After an hour, I found myself on the bathroom floor, with a broken shard of glass stained red cutting the hand holding it and my arms. Some stray tears mingled with the open wounds as they dropped freely from my cheeks, making the self-inflicted cuts burn slightly with the saltiness.
