How Did It Begin? | cf au | (*Slowly Editing*)

Chapter 33

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I've had writer's block for a while (which is a first for me bc when it comes to Wattpad I let my finger-typing do the work and whatver comes to my head just flows to the screen) but we're back! We're back we're back we're back! ~Admin Nutella

Also, SHOUTOUT TO THIS GIRL ON TWITTER NAMED @lipgloss MADE THIS COVER AND IT'S SO CUTE. Should we have it as the new cover? ;)

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DISCLAIMER: ABUSE IS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER. WE DO NOT PROMOTE THIS WHATSOEVER. IF YOU KNOW ANYONE OR SOMEONE WHO IS GETTING ABUSED PLEASE LET SOMEONE KNOW BECAUSE NO ONE DESERVES TO GO THROUGH THAT TRAUMA. REPORT IT OR TELL AN ADULT. PLEASE DO NOT SAY WE ARE PROMOTING HARM, WE ARE AT THE AGE WHERE WE KNOW BETTER. SAYING THIS FOR THE THIRD TIME, WE DO NOT PROMOTE HARM OR ABUSE WHAT. SO. EV. ER. WE ARE COMPLETELY AGAINST IT.

Enjoy Chapter 33 <3

~Cherry&Nutella

Song List:

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan

Skinny Love - Birdy

(Did any of you guys watch Troye Sivan's video Happy Little Pill? I'm obssessed with it and I linked it for y'all to listen to so....play it while you're reading ehehehe ;) -Admin Nutella)

*edited*

Sam's POV

After what felt like hours, I heard rustling behind my closet. I stiffen, realizing that he's probably woken up. I hear a grunt, shuffling, a few stuff knocking down, then an angry Connor.

"What the...what the hell?" he says. I hear him moving against the ropes, at the same time I hear the cluttering of whatever the hell he was knocking over. I almost would have laughed if I didn't know the reason why he's in the closet. I didn't move for a good 20 minutes. All I did was listen to him cuss, jolt, and just cry out in pain. I had to bite my lower lip in order to stop it from quivering.

Guilt was eating me alive each second that passes. I finally hear Connor rasp, "SAM. SAM YOU SON OF A BÏTCH LET ME OUT." Well that just hurt like a fücker.

I sigh and walk slowly though the door. But as I approached it, I clenched my fists together. I didn't dare let myself open the door. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. Caspar had a secret camera somewhere in this damn apartment so I can't do what I want. I'm not joking, I can't do anything I want to do regardless if it's personal or not. Like....yeah I'm going to stop right now.

"SAM POTTORFF UNLOCK THE FÜCKING DOOR NOW", Connor booms from the other side of the closet door. I gulped and found my voice. "I can't", I say lowly, the corner of my lip twitching.

I hear everything stop moving. I also feel a piercing gaze that's burning into my soul. I already know that it's Connor's eyes trying to stab me. Silence takes over and leaves an uncomfortable tension in the air.

"....Let me out", Connor growls. My hand trembles as I feel my hand hover over the knob. I slap it to stop what I was unconciously doing. "I-I can't...sorry", I say, bile coming up my throat. This is wrong. This is so wrong. "You're sorry? You're sorry? You're not sorry! If you were sorry you wouldn't have done...whatever the hell you did to me!" Connor yells, his voice basically muffled by the door.