I don't want this, and I never asked for this. I hate it, but now I hated that. All that is past tense now. No more days stuck in a stuffy closet. No more disgusting stares. No more retching in the toilet. No more stomach-twisting words. No more. No more. No more... I would never go back. Not even for the safety of my savior. I will forever be the only one that matters the most to me.
She's smiling. "Haru, why don't you come over and eat some mangoes?"
I shrink back unconsciously. "It's rude to make people wait."
I can't move. "Alright then, your brother and I will go enjoy it ourselves."
She's tainted, disgusting, and I can't bear to be near her, but she is my mother-she claims as a wretched creature that deserves no pity. It's useless to do anything. I guess brother realized that long ago. His eyes are glazed over, only the whites showing. His skin was sickly pale-except for the blood that had congested purple at his fingertips, and feet. Brother's limbs were stiff.
My mother walks over to him, still smiling. "Wiatt, why don't you come over like a sweetheart and eat some mangoes with me?"
She moves his body like a puppet on strings, each limb at a time, and she turns back to me. My eyes widened to the situation before me. Putrid, brown, and worm-infested rot is coming out of his mouth, and I realize that it isn't mangoes she is feeding him. I start to gag.
"Haruki! Haru?" I woke up to amber eyes that glimmered in the moonlight, "Why are you here so late?"
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Sweeter Than Honey
RomanceReader x OC When you find a beautiful teenager on the sidewalk what do you do? a. take him in b. leave him there c. question him about his parents Being the rightful citizen you are, you question him about his parents. "Do you have a home or someo...
