⊲|Chapter:48 'YOU ASKED FOR IT SLUTPHIA!'|⊳

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|🌀|CHAPTER:48|🌀|

Insignificantly small things can make big differences. Only a little amount of courage could change your present, past and future. I hoped that too. I hoped that mustering up the courage and going to confront my so called parents about their actions would help this situation.

And so I wasted no time in talking to them when I reached home. I was afraid they'd see me with Carter but later I wanted them to see that I would not listen to such demands of theirs. Looking at Dad's car parked, my thoughts were confirmed. I decided to change into something comfortable while I prepared myself of how to question them.

Staring in the mirror, I pulled up a confidently determined expression. At least I tried to. "Richard, Victoria, we need to talk," I said but shook my head.

"Sounds like I'm talking to my boyfriend of seven years and I want to breakup...,"I sighed, whispering to myself.

"Umm, Richard and Victoria, may I talk to you?" God I sound like a maid of theirs.

"Mom and Dad-" I stopped abruptly, realizing my mistake. "Shit! I'm not supposed to call them that." Clearing my throat, I tried again, "listen Victoria and Richard, you got some time to talk?"

I shook my head violently at my tone and that question. I sounded to unconfident and weak. And another thing that made me reject the thing was that it was a question and there was a possibility that they might refuse to talk. I wanted to demand, not request.

"Richard, I have something to say," I let out unsure of my sentence and again refused to accept it as the way of starting the conversation.

Gulping, I clenched my fists and thought about Carter and I which seemed to act like an engine in my body and I marched towards my room's door. I decided that whatever is bound to happen, will happen. The way I start the conversation would not change anything that's already written on the stone.

As I started to walk down the stairs, I tried to regulate my breathing and stop my jumping heart from coming out of my body. I could clearly see a dim light lighting the living room where distant sounds of some television drama were echoing.

As I stared from outside the transparent wall blocking the living room from other areas of our house, I couldn't help but notice how far Victoria and Richard were sitting from each other.

Richard had his jaw clenched which hit me like a warning that it wasn't a good idea to discuss such stuff. But my relationship with Carter and the smiling face of his that I got a quick glimpse of, was a huge push.

I walked inside, catching both of their attentions. Victoria had a frown plastered on her face as she took in my appearance. I hadn't really made an effort to look good. I sat in front of Dad where I could clearly face both, Victoria and Richard.

"Uhm– Victoria, Richard, I'm here to talk." Even I was shocked by how much stiff and strong I sounded.

"I can see that," Richard stated his eyes squinting at me as he examined me. He was eerily calm which was itself alarming.

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