Our happy bubble is busted just a few short weeks after that night.
I leave home early on Friday night, texting Edward quickly to tell him so.
He replies with a short: ok, meeting parents. See you at yours xx
I am abruptly nervous. He's meeting his parents… does that mean all four of them? I mean, two out of four are in fact his abusers.
But I don't say anything and I go home.
I stay up all night, waiting for him. I am getting more and more anxious as the clock tolls each hour until finally, the front door opens. I set down my drink and turn in my seat to greet Edward.
I gasp.
Oh oh.
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Oh and this is where it gets more serious... :( (that is supposed to be a frown)
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