"𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔, 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀."
☔︎︎ || Where basketball prodigy, Miya Y/n's kindness is taken for granted and her skills are ignored, leaving her cold and forgotten in the shadows of her ignorant broth...
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The sky was dark and the air was cold as ( D/n ) pulls the car up next to their house, his eyebrows furrowing. He wastes no time in opening the car door. He quickly jumps out, and slams it behind him, his daughter repeating his actions.
"( N/n ), listen to me okay." The male starts, turning to the female behind him as they stand in front of the door, bags in hand. ( Y/n ) raises an eyebrow, her curious eyes asking him to continue.
"When we get inside, I want you to go straight into your room. You got that?" ( D/n ) commands, pointing his index finger at the teenager.
( Y/n ) feels her eyes widen in surprise. Never has she heard her father speak so seriously. Not understanding the situation, but trusting her dad, she slowly nods her head.
( D/n ) sighs with relief before turning the door handle. The door silently opens. ( D/n ) turns to ( Y/n ) and raises a finger up to his lips, telling her to be quiet. She raises an eyebrow but nods.
The two ( L/n )'s silently creep into their house and slip off their shoes before walking into the living room. ( Y/n ), however, finds herself staring at a pair of unfamiliar shoes next to the door.
Sloppy noises, heavy breathing and rustling could be heard from the couch, making ( Y/n )'s eyes widen as she stops walking. She turns to her dad who was staring at the couch, his eyes not holding any emotion.
