Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
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"You'll never escape me."
This chapter contains mature content ~
My eyes shot open, I looked around, hectically pulling myself up.
I lifted my head to see a familiar face, one I haven't seen in awhile.
Am I hallucinating? Why is he here?
"Y/n." His freckles, brown eyes, sweet smile.
He couldn't be here, I'm just hallucinating.
LORENZOS POV;
We were sitting in the kitchen eating, corrie was swaying back and forth as he listened to the radio.
He would always mention a muggle radio, him and some guy named Kevin would listen to music and dance for hours, he mentioned that he got y/n to dance one time.
"Have you ever done drugs?" Corrie asks randomly, "Uh, nope." I lie with a smile. "Oh, my mom does drugs, She left me for them, you'll never do that to me right?" He asked, I felt my heart sink a little. "No, I'll never do that to you buddy." I smile. He nods.
"Your the best fake dad." He smiles before stuffing his face with bacon. "When is everyone coming back? I miss Teddy." He looked up at me.
Onyx and Blaise moved out, Draco left to do god knows what, and Lilith took Theo to an inpatient hospital, she's staying in a hotel a couple streets down from him.
"They'll come visit." I spoke, "Is Narcissa gonna leave to?" He asked. "No." I shook my head with a smile. "Good."
I was about to say something before I heard two knocks at the door.
I got up and walked over to the front door opening it, hm.
No ones here-
I heard a crying sound and looked down, it was basket with a envelope laying on top of a blanket.
I leaned down and took the letter off, lifting the blanket.
Oh fuck, it's baby.
She started screaming, "Okay, it's alright." I picked her up, holding her in one arm as I picked up the letter with the other.
I read it and to no surprise there was no name, not much information.