I'll do requests for any of the boys + Eben
So also quick note um if you want to request I do an extra one for any of the categories I've already done then sure ill do it just lemme know and I'll do part two's on request if I'm not satisfied with th...
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I 100% believe with my entire being that this is NOT how Corbyn's parents would EVER act EVER, this is purely and simply for the purposes of this story, alright? Just wanted to make that clear.
Did you read that^^^??? Cause if not I know where you live
Sorry About Your Parents
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I'm sorry about your parents,
"YOU BASTARD!" The blow to my stomach sends me reeling backwards. I slam into my cupboard and then fall to the floor, panting and gasping for breath.
They sound like bad people,
"YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE LIVED!" The bat comes down and hits my neck, "IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE YOU!"
Your daddy sounds like a jerk,
"YOU SHOULD'VE DIED!" It's like my heart has been ripped from my chest and run over with car, then smashed with a sledgehammer.
I guess your mama didn't know,
I must have blacked out for a few minutes, because when I wake up I'm face-down on the floor, bruised and battered.
The gift she got when she got you,
I push myself up with a grunt of discomfort, the pain sending my head reeling, and sit up, leaning back against my bed.
I'm sorry about your life,
I blink a few times, letting my eyes focus on the room around me, before pulling myself to my feet and practically falling against my bedroom door, only to find it locked from the outside.
You had it pretty rough,
I sigh and turn back to my room, grabbing the suitcase that leans against my cupboard door and beginning to fill it with clothes.
Bending over backwards,
When it's about half full I start picking up photo frames, taking the pictures out, and placing them on top of the clothes. I never have any photos of my parents because I was the unwanted one.
