1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

accidents (79)

Word count:5540

Guys we reached 100 stories. So enjoy this longer then usual story.

My father is what one can describe as a deadbeat asshole.

He left my mother to struggle with me when I was really young. Even with all the money he had.

He left. He ran away because he didn't want a family.

Leaving my mom to struggle. Working two jobs to keep up the shitty apartment and make sure he had enough to eat.

She worked herself into an early grave and the second she dies he shows up to take me in.

But I had a plan. 

I was gonna steal back everything he owed us.

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I arrive at the large mansion and grown in disgust at how he lived compared to us.

I bet the money he spent on lawn care alone or privet helicopters he could have helped us out for a few years.

But no. He said fuck her and fuck me.

I walk up to the door holding the duffle bag that was filled with the little I owned.

The moment I ring the doorbell the door opens and I'm met with the most stunning guy I had ever seen.

With golden blonde hair that cuffed his face and stopped st his shoulder and a thin frame.

He smiled warmly his blue eyes showing euphoria.

He was thin but Linky. He looked about twenty five or six and wore a old black shirt and jogging pants.

"You must be Ted right?" He asks and my first though is that he's his homo lover.

"So my old man's a fag?" I ask and he instantly blushed.

"No. It's not. I'm. Uh." He says tripping over his own words.

"Look I don't care show me to my room." I say and he blushes a little more before turning around.

We walk up a large flight of stairs and I look around picking out the things I could still and maybe even a safe.

Until we get to a door.

"So please make yourself at home and about your mother." Hr pauses and I turn to see a look of sadness and slight awkwardness.

"I'm sorry." He says and I look away.

I open the door and was instantly taken aback for a moment.

"So what do you think?" He asks and I'm honestly speechless.

There was nothing but open space.

A TV larger then myself was mounted to the wall in front of a couch and under a large table that held at least four different gaming systems and every game for each. In front of that was a coffee table made of glass and a large couch then a large step that led to a large bed in the middle of about six wide windows that looked down on the large pool and hot tub.

There was a desk with a computer and and a large bookshelf of books.

There was a bathroom in the corner and a full glass fridge by the TV. Stocked with pops chips candies and microwavable foods to go with the microwave that sat on the counter along with a couple odd dishes.

I saw literally no reason to live this place.

"I put it together myself." He says with a proud smile and I actually smile back before I realize that this man was sleeping with the enemy.