Trapped (3) - Parents

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"Calm your tits, woman! That hurts!" I screamed as she gently, if you call spanking like a madman that, pressed a damp piece of cloth against a gash by my lower lip.

"Stop being such a girl," she rolled her eyes and resumed pressing on my wound.

I never had a strong urge to throw a bomb to a person before.

If only I don't love her.

Ugh.

"Cat got your tongue?" she smirked; finally done wiping some strange liquid on my arm. Good thing my parents aren't here yet to question my language. Not that they even care.

"Shut up."

"I'm not a door."

I lookeed up at her and raised an eyebrow. What kind of joke is that? "Is that even a joke?"

"Are you?"

Okay I'm not getting this.

I heard the abrupt opening of the front door which made our heads snap to its direction. Much to our horror, my dad proceeded to pin my mom against the wall near it and they began a heated make-out session in the living room.

Charleigh's jaw met the floor as she stared at them with huge eyes, but I know that I probably look the same. Talk about awkward.

I don't know if our stare was too heavy that it landed on their heads but they stopped sucking their faces off and looked at us. But the most confusing part is, they didn't even seem fazed about the fact that they were just caught.

"Ashton, you're finally home," my dad said in a rush as he marched up the stairs.

"Nice girlfriend, good night," my mom followed my dad to do god knows what.

I merely sighed. No one knew what happened to my existence for more than two years and that's how my parents greeted me. I don't think they even cared.

"So I guess they're not even aware that they have a son, huh?"

I let out a breath. "Most like it," then I looked at her. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

What I didn't expect is for her to bow her head down and whisper, "That's my problem. You can't."

"Why not? After everything you have done to save my life, I can at least drive you back home."

She looked at me with glassy eyes, but I know that she won't even think of crying any minute now. "I'm homeless."

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Suckish, I know. But I'll edit this chap some time. This is rushed.

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