**_(For a quick thing before I go back to the main story. I will warn you it has a raping of a minor for Adon’s backstory…soooo.)

ADON_**

Shattering glass and yelling plagues my dreams, even though I’m far from that place. Even though I live a better life with people who actually love me, they still linger.

The night is dark, the stars in the sky shunning me from their shine. As though I don’t deserve it, although I deserve to be alone. That’s what my father always said.

Holland agreed earlier today that I could sleep with him. Jack is angry at me for some unknown reason, and I’m still upset at Thomas for knawing on my newest doll’s arm. It took a long time to sew her back together and perseve her body _again_.

Holland’s back is towards me; so warm and welcoming. My doll, Trinity, is motionless on my chest as I squeeze her closer. That tingling feeling is happening again. Somethings going to go wrong. Someday. Some year.

We’re all going to fall apart soon.

Tears prick my eyes, and I stuff my face onto Holland’s back. I don’t want to be lonely anymore; it’s been amazing so far. My parents aren’t right. They aren’t and never will be.

I won’t be lonely. I won’t.

I won’t I won’t I won’t I _won’t—_

_——_

“Adon….”

I groan at the voice, my eyes rolling around in my closed eyelids as something warm flares onto them, causing them to turn a firey orange.

Someone strokes my cheek, my nose, then my brows. I sigh, relaxing back into that sleepy state, hoping to return to my dreams of bliss.

“You’re not helping, Holland,” a voice oddly sounding like my dear Jack says lowly, “That’s just going to make him fall asleep again.”

“Well,” Holland’s voice is that sweet nectar tone when he’s trying to persuade someone, “Won’t it be better if we do this without him? I mean, I love the man, but Adon will cling to us and the job will go slower.”

“I agree with Holland,” Thomas’ gruff voice enters the conversation.

I frown, eyes still closed but arms stretching. My throat is dry, so my voice comes out hoarse. “I wanna help….”

Holland—I think—pushes me down and tucks me back in. He tucks Trinity back in as well. “How about you two,” I assume he’s talking to Jack and Thomas, “go get the groceries. Go in and go out. We don’t need anyone on our trail.”

Jack huffs. “Who have you the right to make orders?”

“Shut up, Jack. Just do what you have to do.”

It’s quiet for a moment, allowing me to settle deeper into unconsciousness. Thomas clears his throat. “I’m hungry—“

“THEN LEAVE!” Jack and Holland yell at the same time.

“Jeez,” Thomas walks away with heavy steps.

I don’t want to deal with this either, so I snuggle beside Trinity and hope they can figure this out soon.

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**My step-father stood before me, no weapon in his hand but dangerous all the same. He had hog tied me to the bed, leaving me defenseless against his wrath. I still had my clothes on, but knowing of what happened many times before, they were soon to leave me.**

**My mother knew of this, but she stood silent. She loved my step-father more than she loved me. She was at the park with my little sister, probably telling her that I deserved this—that this was my punishment for being born.**

**“Such an ugly boy,” he slurred above me, watching as I sniffled and cried, “Such a tiny one too. You’re daddy must have been a shit for your mother.”**

**I flinched away as his sweaty hand grabbed my chin. “Please….”**

**Step-father’s hand came to my throat, and I choked as his hand tightened. “You bitch, you’ll always be alone, you know that. You’re so ugly that people will hate you; you’re so black that people will run away from you.” My step-father was pure white on the other hand. He was right. His was pure and I was a blemish on his pureness. **

**Mother was light, my sister was too. Was my color the reason for this? That I deserved so much pain and suffering?**

**I gasped as he let go, drowning on air. Tears clouded my eyes as I coughed hard. Step-father, on the other hand, was smirking. His hands went to his buckle.**

**“The only thing you’re good for is your mouth. Now be quiet this time, we don’t want the neighbors to be nosy again, do we?”**

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_(Bleh. No, I did NOT have a good time writing that btw, but it was necessary. Sorry I haven’t posted in two days, been busy reading books of RomCom and Omegaverse shit. _👍🏾_ Bro, Wolfsong is the best book I’ve ever read, even after I finished reading and realized that it was for adults…. JOE! I WANT A JOE! Still waiting for Ravensong, so I can figure out the witch (forgot his name.) and Mark’s full backstory._

_Anyways, thanks for reading and tell me what you think about Adon, the Sweet Thing. Love ya’ll and stay safe in this fucked up world! _❤️❤️_)_