The King's Pet (M-Preg)

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C H A P T E R 2

                    Nothing really matters in the world, but we have to keep going until a miracle happens for us.

                    I never took in my surroundings when I was walking home from the store the other day. The neighboorhood changed a lot since I've been outside.

                    Abandoned houses that looked like no one really live there anymore. Old busted cars that just sit in the streets as decoration and dogs that just wander around the street, searching for food since their owners abandoned them.

                    People just lost their minds towards the point where they give up their children just so they can save their own life. I don't understand how that's even an option that knowing they would give up their kids to a bunch of Gang Members.

                    At least my parents have a heart well a half heart since my Dad would let his anger out by hitting us.

                    I wish I could understand why he does it but what Papa calls it is showing that he cares about us since if he didn't he would have been left us.

                    "Hayden, you need to focus on your work," Papa snaps me out of my thoughts.

                    I'm supposed to be in college right now but that's out of the window of me being something in life. That didn't stop him from giving us an education.

                    He has all these stuff he was going to use when he becomes a teacher but it's a waste now.

                    I paid my attention back to my work but then heard a phone ring. Before I could get it Dad comes in the living room to answer it. 

                    He had a stern expression on his face as he walked out of the living room as if he didn't want us listening to his phone call.

                    Papa's face softens when he realizes the same thing. I don't know why he keeps doing that since no one barely contacts us unless it's the government informing us. We don't talk to our family members anymore, hell they probably dead.

                    Dad came back into the room with his leather jacket in his hand. Papa jumps up from his seat to walk over to him.

                    "Where are you going?" He inquires him from the sudden of him rushing out of the house.

                    "Out?" He responds to a question, and Papa hates it when Dad responds to his question to a question.