Out of Time

A Parasitical Relationship

A parasitical relationship is always bad for the victim, yet it always benefits the parasite. Parasites can eat all your food once you've swallowed it. Parasites can use you, exhaust you, at no cost to themselves. But they keep you alive, because if you die, they die. A prime example of such a relationship would be that of my father and I. Now, who was the parasite and who was the victim, I hear you ask. From what you read in the last chapter, it should be fairly obvious.

I cooked, I cleaned, I shopped, I did everything, yet he claimed to be the hard working one. It was harsh, to say the least. Mother was also bad. Mother always had to be the perfect woman, and to do so, I had to never see her or hear her, let alone touch her. I was filth in her eyes. She would claim to be the epitome of beauty, delicacy, and etiquette. On the other hand, I always saw her as a skank who always dressed scantily and tried to get in men's pants. She swore and regularly beat me just to vent on the fact that another one of her attempts to cheat on her husband had failed.

I walked down the steps and saw both my parents sitting on the sofa, waiting expectantly. They were well dressed, oddly enough, and were sitting opposite a strange man.

"Hello." Said the man. He was blond, and looked well built. "Your parents, as I'm sure you're aware of, are very short on money." I nodded. "They have sold you to me."

No ceremony, nothing. I was sold. I was worth money to them. F*cking parasites! Who's going to do everything for them, eh?! Ah, never mind! Let them die! I hope they go bankrupt and have to eat each other just to stay alive!

"Son. Goodbye." Said that woman.

"G-goo-goodby-bye, mama." I replied.

"Sayonara, twerp!" Shouted the c*nt. Did he ever not shout?!

"G-goodbye, papa." I answered, emptily.

"Come. We need to talk, and you need to meet new people." Said the blond man. I nodded and followed him out of the house and into his car.

As we travelled to my new master's home, he asked me questions, to which I answered truthfully.

"What's your name?"

"(Y-Y/N)..."

"How old are you?"

"8..."

"Ah! Then you're younger than Ruby and Yang! Ruby is 11, and Yang is 13. Now, are you sick in any way, shape or form?"

"N-not th-tha-that I-I kn-kno-know of..."

"Good! Now, here are a few things you'll need to know. You'll be acting like a sibling to Ruby and Yang, and when they're around us, you'll act like we are your parents. I am Taiyang, my wife is Summer. My first relationship was with Raven, but she doesn't really hang around anymore, and Qrow is Raven's brother. He stays with us every now and then. Me and Summer will be your mother and father, and Raven and Qrow will be your aunt and uncle, understood?"

I nodded.

"Now aside from that, you're a slave, you do as you are told, and you will do all the chores and shopping and cooking, understood?"

I nodded.

"Good. When you introduce yourself, be a bit more lively."

I nodded.

"Answer me!" He yelled, hitting me hard on the back of the head.

"Y-ye-yes S-S-Sir..."

"Good. Now we're nearly here, so get ready."

"Y-yes S-S-S-Sir..."

He drove into the driveway of his house. We seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. A wooden house was standing proud and bright in the dark. A thick forest surrounded us. Outside the door, I could see 3 adults, and 2 children. Well... one was technically a teenager. Yang was blonde, whereas Ruby had black hair with a strand of red dyed hair.

"Come on. Get out." Said Taiyang, getting out of the car himself.

"Y-y-ye-yes s-Sir..." and I got out, from one parasitical relationship to the next...