Hi, I'm Ariel (and im not a fucking mermaid)

Chapter 2: 1st Shift --> 2nd Shift

Hey there!

As you can probably tell, I'm posting this chapter at the same time as 4T&AA's chapter 8 pt 2. I have no idea how that happened, I somehow got them both finished on the same day. Black magic, I tell you. 

ANYWAYS, ONTO THE WARNINGS!

WARNING: implied smut, cursing, mental and physical abuse, minor injuries 

I believe that's it, so you have been forewarned! You may now enjoy another section of Ariel's life! 

Oh, and the picture above is just some quick sketches I did of Ariel. A few of them aren't finished, so...yeah.

Also, I'd like to take a moment to dedicate this book to @Mikyloo13 , seeing as she was the one who inspired me to create Ariel. She's amazing and deserves all the love! <3 

Alright, that's it. I'll stop rambling now. Enjoy the chapter!

~clumsy_owl_16 

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*Recording*

Hi. It's me, Ariel, obviously. I guess this is video number two of explaining my past. So I'll pick up where I left off last time, which was...I think...hold on... *papers shuffling*

I know I wrote it down, where the f*ck did I put the paper?

Goddammit, where the F*CK is it!

*drawers opening* *rummaging* *chair rolling* *THUD*

OW! F*CK! GODDAMMIT!... oh, I'm gonna break this desk in f*cking half, why--

I'm fine Elijah, just, hit my foot on the f*cking drawer again...yes, I'm sure. You can go back to what you were doing...you don't need to do that, it probably won't even bruise...I'm fine, I promise...mm...I'm fine, Elijah, it's not a big deal. It was practically a light tap...mm...sorry for acting so shitty lately...still doesn't mean I should be so mean to you...

You're gonna help me this time, right?...I wouldn't have f*cking asked if I didn't mean it, moron...

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...why are you so excited? It's really not a big deal. It's not like we don't have sex all the f*cking time. I don't see how my heat would be any different...

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Oh my f*cking-don't say sh*t like that out loud! I don't need a f*cking description of what's gonna happen! I should get Tyler to wash your f*cking mouth out with soap...what, NO, I don't f*cking like  it, you're f*cking delusional...where the f*ck do you think you're touching!...Elijah!...oh my god, get out!...no, I need to finish recording, and you need to go back to whatever it was that you started.

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*SLAM* *click* GOODBYE ELIJAH!

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*chair rolling* *papers shuffling*

Sweet Goddess, that man is insatiable...oh, here it is. Right in front of my f*cking face, of course. Okay, so I left off at...right. Doctor walks in.

Alright.

So, obviously being a little kid, I trusted my parents when they said they just wanted to make sure I was okay. Such a f*cking stupid decision. Normal parents don't lock their kids in their rooms and send in f*cking strangers  from different packs. I really should have seen it coming. But I didn't, so I guess that's why we're f*cking here now, isn't it? Anyway...