Escaping Abusive Parents Game Novels & Stories

♡AVISHKA POV♡ Iam a bit sad and nervous it's not like iam scared or something else I just can't live without my parents and my family I love my family a lot my mom and dad are the best whenever I do naughty things I hide behind my handsome uncle or angry bird aunt to get saved from mom dad always pampers me with his love

He said, “It’s okay. Let’s stay some more. Put the kids to sleep in the bedroom.” “Excellent.” My mother asked the housekeeper to take them away. After the kids were gone, my mother suggested that we play poker together. It was apparently a Whitemane family tradition that I never knew of. The four of us were playing, while Draven and I were quiet, the couple were chatting merrily. I scorned at this! This was not how I remembered my parents to be when I was young. To the world, the Whitemane family was very normal but once the doors were closed, the Gamma was an abusive man who would get drunk and beat his wife and daughter. Every time I look at my parents, I get reminded of how easy it is to

I was sick of this game. “I’m grateful I didn’t inherit your ambition. I won’t ever turn my children into pawns in this horrendous game for power. Not Daniele, not Simona, not Gabriel.” I touched my belly. “Because they all are my children, and I’ll fight everyone like a warrior to protect them of the horrors of this world, even if they come in the shape of my own parents.”

She did for the first few months then she switched right back. I scoffed, if he thinks I am coming back then he is so wrong, I know I won’t leave long but I rather spend the rest of my days in my parents house than this psychotic place. My parents warned me but I didn’t listen. For the first time in my life, I wished I wasn’t so stubborn in my youth, I wished I listened to my parents.. “I think I should go, it’s improper for me to stay here,” Zara said as she stood up.

"Our academy has created a system to improve the education of children, Donna Moretti. They require an activation command to be woken up, and with this command, they will never disobey you in any way. Isn't obedience the law of survival in a Mafia famiglia, Donna Moretti?" Mamma nodded as the realization dawned on her. Dario pushed his way forward. He was a year older than I was and had always made a game of teasing me. He would get the better of me back then, and I would chase him throughout the house. Mamma would eventually scold us both, while Papa would furrow his brow and say that the Moretti famiglia shouldn't be so rowdy. "Go bark like a dog for me, NS-5!" I instantly shrank my neck,

Honestly, I always wondered what it was going to take for her to finally drop the charade. Didn't she get bored of always trying to be nice to me even though I was a bitch to her? But everyone had their limit. She was going to snap eventually and I would be there to expose her. That woman was not a good person. She was just a fucking homewrecker. And a murderer as far as I was concerned. I silently made myself a plate and dug in. "Dad, I'm going to need a new phone."I said ,chewing down a piece of bacon.

If I did, my parents would disown me. Plus, my future husband–my stomach lurched again–would be here any minute, and I couldn't make a scene. I wiped a palm against my thigh. My head felt dizzy, but I clung to the mask I always wore at home. Cool. Calm. Respectable. "So." I swallowed my bile and forced a light tone. "Does Mr. Perfect have a name, or is he known only by his net worth?" I didn't remember everyone who'd been on Mode de Vie's list, but the people I did remember didn't inspire much confidence. If he–

“Because my mother was a good for nothing drug addicted whore who didn’t care where I lay my head to rest and tried to sell me to groups of rich men so that they could rape me. My father was a shitty human that the world would thank me for getting rid of.” “Don’t you think that maybe…you should’ve become a better person then?” I asked him, my tone low and afraid as I tried to not meet his eyes. He could take my words as being disrespectful and hurt me, “What I mean-” “One thing you should know about life, is that it all moves in a circle. I’m doomed to be like my parents or far worse. I read somewhere, in some kind of study, that no matter how hard you can try to be different from an abusive

I turned 18 a few weeks back but my parents never explained such gross things to me, they strictly had their checks on us. I wanna run back to my family. To my mom, to my dad! I will tell her what this monster did to me, how much pain I endured, I want him to let me go or I will escape this hellfire. These thirsty wolves sell fragile girls against their will. He is abusing me because I tried to find you, he is brutal! He is inhuman! Please mama save me from him, please help me! Find me, please! I don’t wanna live a second here. I cried in agony when he kept thrusting himself in me, my blood was now everywhere on the sheets but he didn’t give a damn about it. When my walls got familiar with h

I declared, and he lowered his head. He left as I swallowed hard, brushing my hair back with my fingers. “Why did you do that?” Aymeric asked me. “Well, I can’t stand abusive parents,” I said to him as I looked at the man trying to catch up with his kids. “I guess that makes the two of us,” he mumbled, folding his arms as I looked at him. “I didn’t know that we have parents abusing their children in this pack,” he lowered his head, sounding broken as I sighed heavily.