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•.°.•. Chapter-3.•.°. •

It was so perfect to be real.

-Adalyn White 

•.°.•.°.•.°.OWNED BY SINNER.°.•.°.•.°.•

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.o.ANDREW's POINT OF VIEW.o.

"I fucking hate coffee" What! who fucking says it while sipping it from a straw and clogging it down from their damn throat. I told my parents about her not being good for me. our brain cells DO NOT match from any aspect. I can't stand any fucking bipolar bitch. doesn't matter to me if she is my goddamn best friend.

"then why are you sucking on that bloody straw like it's Seb's dick."

"Because both held taste and were meant to be sucked." aish! I don't need an educational chapter while sitting in a cafe, plus point there are children from a school. God knows which and doesn't know what they are doing here.

"Okay, geesh! what about Seb? why isn't he here yet" I don't like waiting and I don't know why I don't like it. but who cares I have to wait anyways.

"I texted him and he said he is on his way he's gonna be late because he got stuck into an important meeting. God knows when he gonna make it up here" she said shrugging her shoulders, still sipping on the coffee straw.

soon we both emerged into a stupid conversation but at this point non of us care how stupid our conversation sound because all we care about is how we could kill this time while waiting for seb. many children are playing and goofing around, which is reasonable because it's past 2 p.m. and most of the children are either with their parents or with their caretaker.

most of the children are enjoying themselves, and some of them are eating their hearts out. but there's something odd, a little cute boy sitting alone at a corner table. something about this kid is making me curious, by seeing his face I can't tell if the boy is either happy or sad because he is simply sitting with a straight face.

but what the actual fuck, another little boy with his minions slaps him. The cute boy starts crying which is pretty normal. like, duh! if someone slaps across your face you would start crying but what makes something stir in me is the little boy is having a problem in breathing, the little boy's whole body is shivering but he is not making any sound all he did is cry and curled himself in a ball.

seems like he is protecting himself from the boy who slapped him. everyone in the cafe is looking at him and why the fuck no one is helping and suddenly I realize that I'm one of them. oh! fuck I stir up from my chair and run towards the little boy curled up and scooped him into my arms and now looking closely at him. I realized this little boy in my arms is having a fucking panic attack. how on earth is possible for a little boy to have a panic attack? he is too young to face this kind of shit.