Keeping Count

Keeping Count

Membaca 318
Vote 13
Bab 2

Bersambung<5 mins

Publikasi terakhir Jum, Okt 29, 2021

alexandsophia betrayal bipolardisorder bisexual butwhoscounting

"Dante." And there it was. The dreaded middle name. My body immediately freezes, my eyes trained to my plate and my hands frozen in the air, my drink hovering over the table. I quickly take a sip, putting it down before looking over all my siblings. We all knew that the middle name meant hell for us. They all divert their looks to their plates and I look towards my father. He casts his look away and there's only one person left for me to look at. I squeeze my eyes shut, before opening them and allowing them to instantly land on the voice calling me. "Yes, Mother?" She was angry. I knew it. But the way she didn't even reply made me scared. And I never got scared.

Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

bipolardisorder

Bergabunglah dengan komunitas bercerita terbesarDapatkan rekomendasi cerita yang dipersonalisasi, simpan cerita favoritmu ke perpustakaan, dan berikan komentar serta vote untuk membangun komunitasmu.

anda mungkin juga menyukai

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.