broken - (love triangle)

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Hello to all the girls, boys and non-binary's here, I just want to say I hope you enjoy the very first chapter !!

TW: kind of emotional abuse

Home. Home is the abiding place of the affections. The Latin root word for home is actually the same word we use for human being, person and people. At it's very core home is where not just your heart is, but the hearts of those you love and trust.

But the definition of home has always been a way different for me...

The hot water hit my cold body, in colapse I arch my back, thinking about life as I always do.

"Isabelle don't take too long" I hurry up as I hear my father's voice.

Wearing a plaid brown skirt with a brown button up tank top and with a big black leather jacket with black boots I run through the corridor of my big house.

I pass through the big black door, the door of the room where my mom lives, she never leaves her room, like ever.

I start to speed up to meet my dad at the kitchen

Dad look at me serious "Everything done ?"

"Yes"

"Did you say goodbye to your mother ?" He ask

"No..."

"Then go say it" He looked mad.

"I don't want to" I said nervously.

"Go say goodbye to your mother. NOW !" He yelled the last part, scaring me and run again to the second floor of the house.

As I walk to the all black room I say a softly "Hello"

"Finally" The dark haired women says sitting in the bed.

"I came to say goodbye" I said trying to get closer to her.

"I know, but I also know you didn't want to say bye to me...Why little girl ? Still scared of me ?" She got too much closer.

"Stop, please" I said while getting her hands of off me.

"Or what ? You are going to complain about this too to your dad ?"

"I said stop !" I yelled with some tears forming on my eyes.

"Come on... crying again...all you do is cry, cry and cryyy..."

"I hate you" I said while leaving the room, I can hear her laugh through the halls.

Mother. The woman who loves you unconditionally from birth, the one who puts her kids before herself and the one who you can always count on above everyone else.

Well that's another thing that the definition was a way too different for me.

My mom has sociopath traits, in my opinion she is a sociopath, but dad never let her be really diagnosed, so she just stay in her room, with dad putting soothing on her water.

I pass through dad "Let's get out of here" He stand there looking at me "I SAID LET'S GET OUT OF HERE, ARE YOU DEAF ?"

Every time I feel sad, I fell mad too, making me most time explode, making people get away from me.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again" He grabbed my arm.

"Father, stop" Tears again "Please stop"

"Apologize"

"I'm sorry father, yelling at you were not my intentions, I need to respect you and control myself" I said trying to remember everything.