Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
"Connor, sweetheart."
At those words, my resentment filled green eyes were enraged over a tall person standing in front of me. I could feel my increased heart rate and for the first time, it was because of despising the person who was supposed to take care of me instead of abandoning me as she did.
Even the thumb of my hand began to ache due to clenching fists tightly.
With baring teeth, I spat out. "You have lost the right to call me a sweetheart."
I seem to have accumulated a lot of strength inside me to talk to people during attending therapy.
"I have come here to meet you." Her usual shrill voice was lost and she spoke with such hesitation and nervousness that I haven't heard it before.
On examining at her, I could see what drugs have done to her. I felt like there was another woman standing in front of me who I had never known in my presence.
I was surprised to see her.
She appeared to be older than her age. Her once long black hair which used to be filled with life has turned a shade of gray. The skin tone of her face appeared to be knobbly.
The familiar green eyes have gotten so dull. Her lips were pale and she looked a lot weaker and thinner from the last time I had seen her.
"Where were you when I needed you?" I probed, raising an octave. "Where were you from the past 6 years? Where were you when I was captured in that hellhole? Where were you when I wanted to meet you?" I shouted with a strong inflame at the woman who was dead for me, years ago.
"Connor.."
"You wanted to abort me but got unsuccessful! You wanted to get rid of me during all those years! You wanted me to be not a burden for you and I finally didn't. You finally got rid of me, then why the heck are you here to meet me? I don't get the point."
"Honey, I was in a rehabilitation center." She whispered in a way as she wanted me to pity her.
"So, is it my fault that you ended up in a rehabilitation center?"
Since when your heart has turned so cold?
I let those words left my lips to discern, her eyes trailed over to my Dad in disbelief who was the one to save me from the wrath of that monster.
"What on the earth have you taught my son? How much hatred have you built inside him against me?"
"You need to correct yourself, Tisha. You are the person who had built hatred inside him, 6 years ago by performing that atrocious activity." Dad stated.
"How could you do that to the child, you have given birth? You made yourself so caught up with drugs and clubs that you didn't even care to realize, you have your 7-year-old son, living under your custody who didn't have his father and siblings around."
