Unforgivable, Unforgettable

Chapter 1: The Family name

Author's note 🐰: (Hi guysssss. Yeah I know, another new story. But hey I got to get my ideas out somehow!)

Chapter 1: The Family name

It was on a Friday when my parents announced I was getting married. Arranged marriages were a common thing in our family, to uphold our reputation, name, and bring wealth to the table. But also bringing a bit of peace between two wealthy family's that absolutely hated eachothers guts.

But the real reason they wanted me to get married was to get rid of me.

I was already now know as the 'disabled son' of the family. A weakling in their eyes, a son who needed supervision 24/7 from his maid's and butler's. But that's not the reason why I agreed.

My family were monsters...

Not the type that scare kids to sleep, but the type that will make adults regret ever meeting them. They were liars, thefts, and none of the less... greedy. I needed to get away.

I knew my family was hiding their secrets from me, the real reason behind all of their success. They were manipulative, all smiles and money talking type, always talking about business and ways to take over other peoples businesses so they would always be at the top. Even on our holiday's they were even hiring people to collect any information they could scrap out, to take down their challagers in the ranks. But most of all they were plotters. Plotting, and ruining people's lives as they walk on this Earth.

My family was the type you'd avoid when they were in a bad mood, 'cause if you made even the slightest move, they'd make your life a living hell. Besides, they had the money and name to do it, so everyone listened and did not question their power.

And how do I know this you may ask? Well... that's 'cause I hear everything...

Faking being blind was easier then I thought, I planned this for a month before finally deciding to act on it.

Acting like the helpless disabled son who always needed a helping hand. But it was never my family's hand... no. As soon as they found out I was blind, they turned their backs, just talked behind my back, plotting of ways to get rid of me or hide me from the world, but they masked their plotting and calling it "supporting from a far" when they were never around. But I knew better, once I was "disabled" they hid me away from the public's eye. Ashamed to even call me their son and I was soon now a stay at home boy.

And I haven't left the house since, it's been 4 years now. A slow crawling 4 years that I've barely crept past, faking and laying there in bed pretending to be blind and helpless.