Writing Practice (Random Story In Each Page)

(part 3)(i got lazy so here's an unfinished chapter)

Robert can't help but to assume that derick is going to where his old spirtual was then he remembered what he said last time he talked to him. 'You kept assuming things, this is why your wife left you'. Robert shook his head tried not to think about it.

"His right...I'll try to break that habit."Robert said then walk back to his bedroom to try to sleep. He close the door shut then locked it, he sat over at his bed and grab his phone. Settled a timer for himself to wake up after 30 minutes.

He put the alarm clock on the night stand then laid on the bed, he can't help but to think that his son might get advantage on by slit or dread.

The paranoia,fear and anxiety of dread and his son becoming a spiritual bond is making him worry about the safety of his son. What if his son somehow died because of dread? What if his son became dread's human slave?

He got snap back out of reality when he heard his phone beeped,he knew it wasn't the timer so he grab his phone of the nightstand and saw it was a text from Emily, his ex-wife.

"Strange, you only interact with derick,emily" he said then tap on the notification to see her message, it said:

'When is your bid on your old pal,slit?'

Robert cant help but just felt so uncomfortable with that text message, he knew that Emily was never really into those type of things.

'Tomorrow, 2am. Why are you asking?'

Robert typed and waited for Emily to answer.

'Just curious, I had been thinking for a while and I wanted to get an spirtual, it gets lonely here sometimes~💕'

Robert didn't know if he should cringe or be revolted by that, it's true that Emily lives alone by herself. "I can't tell if you're trying to get me jealous or your being honest" Robert mumbled to himself then typed.

'Are you implying sexual deeds with a spirtual? Since your asking when I would sell slit are you going to that with him?"

Robert didn't event blink yet then got a text instaly from his ex-wife.

'NO'
'I just wanted a friend or someone that could be with my company, since you took custody of derick. I can only see him once a month since that's where you mostly agreed at.'
'You're such a pervert,guess slit did influenced you'

Robert rolled his eyes, he felt his sleepiness earlier drift a way when talking with the woman. He wanted the sleepiness to come back and consume him, poor fella just wanted to sleep.

'He was hyde throughout my childhood to teen hood, so slit didn't influence me. Hyde did.'
'What spirt do you want to buy?'

Robert added, he just wanted the conversation to end so he could try to sleep again.

'When I get there later let's to discuss those things, from all of my experiences being around you. I think you want to go back to sleep'

Robert chuckled, he smiled at what he just read from Emily. "Not bad,Emily I admit, not bad." He said then typed.

'Thank you'

Robert felt that Emily was laughing on the other side of the scree. when she read that, he put away the phone to the nightstand and tried to drift to sleep.

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"Well good morning, derick." He said as derick took out the blanket over dread's cage. Dread then stretch his arms and neck, as he watched derick putting away the blanket neatly

"Good morning to you too,dread." Derick said then putting the blanket on the floor since there were no other furniture here besides the cages but most of them were dirty beside dread's.

"You took all the trouble to just get here? If I recall it correctly, this is almost 330 meters away from the mansion." Dread said. Derick, thought that dread was guessing what meters were since he himself dont know.

"You are correct, I took an uber- hold on how do you know that i live in a mansion?"derick realised late, he never told what type of house he lived in.

" I had two previous names, hyde and slit. Your  great grandfather was the one who named me hyde and your father was the one who named me slit." Dread said with almost a smirk on his face, derick just stood there speechless.

"Father hated spirts,like the rest of the family anesestors? isn't that how this spirt catching thing started?" Derick asked, clueless and almost sounded desperate for answers.

"Your great grandfather who started that, I helped them started it since I had no choice since I was just a spirtual. When he died, his son didn't want me to be his bond so he forced his son which is your father to make a contract with me." Dread explained, making derick completely speechless and has lost himself with in his own thoughts.

"So...am I suppose to...like spirts or..what?" Derick, a poor boy is in confusion and don't know what to believe anymore.

"Well, the real question is; do you like spirits?"
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(I'm too lazy and this have 2939 mother fucking words and I lost interest in this story so next chapter is ganna be a lazy chapter yall)