Let Me Be Your Hero

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I looked out my window and saw that my mother's car was finally out of the driveway.

Great! They went to some dinner thing and wouldn't be back until midnight. That meant I could go watch Monday Night Raw.

Some might be wondering why I can't just watch tv while my parents are home. My parents abuse me so I have to stay upstairs until they give me permission, whether it be just to go down there or to go into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. I made the mistake of going downstairs once without their permission and let's just say, that was one of the worst decisions of my life.

Some kids are lucky enough that they only have one parent abuse them while the other one is either dead or ignores the issue. But I have it worse. I have both my mom and dad abusing me, so I get twice the punishment, twice the pain. Don't get me wrong, I know it's not my fault that I was born and it happened because of their mistakes. To be more particular, while they were having sex their condom broke hence the "mistake" of making me. They should be mad at themselves for not taking charge and fixing their problem, but their pride leaves them in denial and as a result of this, they abuse me and blame me for their mistakes. I know it's a shitty reason to abuse anyone. Actually, any reason is pretty shitty, but if they didn't want to have a baby, they should have at least considered adoption.

While there are a million things I could complain about, I will say that I am grateful that they never went to the extremes when hurting me. I'm still a twenty-one year old virgin. Twenty-one and still living with my parents? Yes, my parents never let me go to college simply because they think that if I go to college I might tell someone what they do to me and get them into trouble. Believe me, I wouldn't dare open my mouth. Not just because of the things that they could do to me, but because deep down I still love my parents even though they don't love me. I know, I'm pathetic.

I'm having a mental battle now. I can choose to watch Monday Night Raw or to go on Wattpad. After five minutes I decide to go watch Monday Night Raw. I flip to the channel just in time to have about fifteen minutes until the show ends. It's a three on four handicapped match between John Cena, Sheamus, and Roman Reigns against Bray Wyatt, Randy Orton, Alberto Del Rio, and Antonio Cesare. Just the sight of Roman Reigns, John Cena, and Randy Orton has me drooling. Roman Reigns is my dream man. Oh, the things I would do just to see him shirtless.

I was basically jumping out of my seat and holding my pillow close to me for the whole match. I was literally squeezing the life out of that pillow until John Cena, Roman Reigns, and Sheamus won. When they won, I threw my pillow to the floor, threw my arms in the air and began running around the living room screaming my lungs out. I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard me.

After the whole victorious dance, I decided to catch up on my favorite show, The Originals. I had thirteen episodes to catch up on. I'd watched three episodes before I realized it was eleven thirty. I should really go to sleep before I get punished for staying up too late. Yes, my parents still give me a bedtime.

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A/N: Guys, this is my first story on wattpad so please tell me what you thought of it and this chapter is dedicated to Written_In_Ink for making a awesome story cover! Also dedicated to Riggyns  and @iloveapplesxx for the amazing cover