mommy issues??

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I woke up in my bedroom, and tore the crinkly paper thin blanket away from my phat scrumptious luscious bodacious ass body. The sun streamed through the broken window and hit my purple orbs like glistening amethysts. It was 9am in the morning and I was late to homeschool. I knew this would have dire consequences.

"Y/N!" my evil stepmother called out, "GET YOUR RAGGEDY ASS UP! YOU LAZY DUMB BITCH!"

I knew it. That a voice I could recognize anywhere: the voice of my evil meth addicted step mom, Geretude.

"I'm coming!!!" I yelled back at her.

Tears began to delicately stream down my face, like dewdrops on fragile flowers. I stood up and grabbed my school books. Suddenly, Gertude BURST through my door

"WHAT DID I SAY Y/N\N??? I SAID GET UP DUMB ASS WHORE. THIS IS WHY I SHOULD'VE NEVER ADOPTED YOU."

"wait i'm adopted?" i state briefly pausing my tears

"YES, AND IM GIVING YOU AWAY TO NEXT OWNER SO I CAN BUY A METHHOUSE BYE"

she storms out and i continue to sob

My life at home has been tough an terrible. Gertude often did cruel things like put nails in my cereal and wet my socks before i put them on... but shes never stooped this low. What could I have done wrong? I continue to sob like a wailing angel.

"Y/N! COME DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

I scattered down the stairs, terrified of what would happen now. At the bottom of the stairs, Gertude was holding a belt. I thought she would whip me again, but instead she used it to point at the door.

"HERE'S YOUR NEW OWNER. NOW GET OUT I DONT WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN!"

My diamond sharp jawline dropped when I saw who was standing there.

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