That's Where You're Wrong Kiddo Novels & Stories

If something is wrong please correct me, because I don't live there. See you😘😘😘.

"Okay." "This isn't for me, it's for your child." Damn it! I misspoke!

I replied. "Anna this is the time you're allowed to screw up because everyone will blame it on you being a kid , but when you grow up you have to own up to your own mistakes, I not saying you should live wildly I'm just saying that's alright to make little mistake like making fake friends and mistaking bad for good." Mom advised.

So Tyler ran to her—complaining like a child. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. "I'm not making a scene. I really do wish you both well," I said. She fell silent for a beat, then softened slightly. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was the one who asked Tyler to let you know. Make sure you come to the family dinner tonight. Mom and Dad are not happy with how you behaved today. You can explain it to them yourself." Without thinking, I refused. "There's no need. I'm just an outsider now. No reason to crash your family dinner."

How can she act this childish when she is eighteen already? We are the same age ,but I act even more mature than her. All she does is prank me or annoy me and it's really getting me so angry. " Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed," Mum said, walking into the living room from the kitchen. "Mum didn't you hear Vivian banging on my door?" I asked . "I asked her to call you to come eat breakfast. I didn't know she would go bang on your door, sorry hun. " mum said.

I went on. "You wanted Poppy gone, so you hired the kidnapper. But your plan blew up in your face, and your own son died instead." I didn't care whether Zara could handle hearing it. I picked up Poppy and walked away. Poppy looked crushed. "Daddy, does Mom not like me because I'm not a boy? Is it my fault?" My chest hurt. "Of course not. Your mom not loving you is her failure, not yours. You're the best little girl in the world."

What the fuck is wrong with me? ------

“So, kiddo, you’re happy, right?” I was about to nod, but then I realized he had called me kiddo. He didn’t even look much older than me. He was seriously calling me a kid. “Sir, who are you calling kiddo? I’m nineteen years old. I’m an adult, not a kid. So please don’t call me kiddo,” I said politely. “Oh? So now kiddo is getting angry because I’m calling you kiddo. How cute!” he said. “But I can’t help it, I want to call you cute, because you look like one.”

Yet the little boy did not only see. 'Bullsh*t!' How long had it been since he started getting subjected to all of this? "... Hear me out, boy. That's wrong. Don't listen ever again to bad adults. There is a nicer world out there. Your father seems to be a bad guy so don't also listen to him. Where is he even?"

Something is weird… I don't feel quite right… I miss papa… I want to ask him if what I did is wrong… I want to ask him if it is really fine for me to do that… I… “Kid, what are you doing here? It is dangerous to let's go!“