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...
Happy first anniversary to CONNOR. One year ago on August 25th, I have published the very first chapter of this book in my previous account.
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C O N N O R
I have always cooped up in a house for ages, and each of the terrible memory has been powerfully evocative to my brain, but since I have started to live in LA, I have got accustomed to this new way of life and consequently, it has started to make me feel fidgety being cooped up indoors all week in a room for way too long without changing positions.
For now, my room doesn't feel like an escape anymore. It was eating me alive and continuously keeping me in a tumult. I have ultimately decided to make some effort to get myself out of my room.
I rose to my feet and moved to the closet. Opening its door and promptly throwing fresh clothes, I walked towards my door. At first, I felt hesitant to open the door but with all the courage left inside me, I gathered it up and unlocked the door, willingly. For the first time in a long period of time, I breathed out after stepping outside my room.
Relief washed over me when I sighted nobody in the hallway. Slowly and gradually, I tiptoed down the stairs, without making any noise.
I trailed over to the familiar living room, silently praying of not getting seen by anyone.
How much I wish I could be invisible for this family!
I heaved a loud sigh, before going to sit down on the couch.
They have betrayed you.
Not again. I don't wanna get back to my room, again.
I quietly sat there, motionless, and couldn't forget what exactly happened that evening.
What was exactly my mistake?
Was coming here certainly my mistake?
I apologize for how I have treated you and abandoned you, my dear. But you need to understand that how I have performed towards you was only for your childhood betterment. I never wanted you to grow up with a druggist mother. Nor have I ever thought, he would do something so horrible. It was totally an unpremeditated action. Mom's elucidating voice started ringing inside my head.
