CHAPTER ONE- OFFICE MR. DECKER
|PLEASE READ THIS LONG ASS WARNING BECAUSE YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU DON'T‼️ THIS IS MEANT FOR AN OPEN MINDED AUDIENCE ONLY! i would like to let my readers and any passerby's know that my book is a HORROR/THRILLER!! (with a lot of sexual scenes) L'ANGE DÉCHU IS ABSOLUTELY NOT A ROMANCE IN ANY WAY SO PLEASE DON'T LABEL IT AS SUCH!! DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE CONTENT WITHIN MY WORK. THANK YOU MY BEAUTIFUL LOVES|
1. This book will contain sensitive content that many people might be triggered by such as: physical/verbal abuse, violence, gang activity, drug use, drug dealing, gore, torture, blood...lots of it, death, extreme possessiveness/obsession and much more along the way. The things listed are NOT and should not EVER be glorified/romanticized in any way! |side note: the torture starts off really soft, and as we progress through the story each scene gets worse than the other|
I MUST REPEAT THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE, NOT EVEN A DARK ONE, HENCE WHY YOU WILL FIND NO TAGS WITH THE WORDS "LOVE" OR "ROMANCE" IMA BE REAL WITH YALL AHEAD OF TIME AND TELL YOU THAT THERE IS NOTHING CUTE ABOUT ANY OF THE SHIT THAT WILL GO DOWN IN THIS BOOK.
this is not a lighthearted or happy story at all. if that's what you are looking for then leave right now, because you will be disappointed. this will be the only warning you get! one thing im not a fan of is repeating myself.
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However in the end if you still feel comfortable giving this a try even after my warning with an open mind, then I really appreciate it baby. I promise I won't let any of you down, so...❤️
this warning was really all over the place chile but you get the point.
ENJOY THE LONG RIDE LOVIES
I never really was the type to stand out to people...I actually preferred to be left alone if I'm being completely honest. So by any means I am fine with that. Keeping to myself is the better way to go, anyways.
I say that because I don't like problems, so I don't cause them. I don't like drama so I stay out of it. I don't like conflict so I stay quiet. Pretty much the type of guy that minds his own business in every way possible, you know?
There are times where I wished I was a little more outgoing though, of course. But I've gotten so use to being alone that I can't bring myself to want to loosen up and make friends. Sometimes I still do have my moments where I look upon people socializing with their own little group of friends with envy.
But on the other hand I know it's better for me to be alone. I've always been so maybe it's meant to stay that way.
"Angel get up, you have 2 hours to get ready for school! Let's go!" Shouted a voice belonging to no one other than my mother. That was how my mornings began. Every single one of them. Her unnecessary shouting was the reason why I dread waking up every day that is not Saturday or Sunday. Well. At least it was Friday today, right?
I sigh tiredly, wiping my eyes and sitting up. I called back a reply, on a much lower voice level than hers of course. "I'm already up, mom." I only slightly heard her say something afterward but I payed no mind because it came out muffled, due to the fact that she was all the way downstairs.
I pushed the covers off of me, automatically shivering as my shirtless top half was met with the chilling air. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked sluggishly to the bathroom right outside of my room to begin my daily morning routine.
I got rid of what I had on and stepped into the shower. When I was greeted with the warm droplets of water dripping onto my skin, I sighed, loving the relaxing feeling. It honestly felt amazing to have a warm shower after having another sleepless night. I stayed in there for about a half hour before I got out. I wrapped my towel around my body and stood in front of the sink, in search of my toothbrush. My brows scrunched together in confusion as I didn't see it.
What the heck?
My already tired eyes narrowed to slits as I came to the realization that I'd left it in my mother's bathroom, which just so happened to be downstairs. I really, really didn't have it in me to walk down there. But going anywhere without brushing my teeth was absolutely not an option.
I sighed and went to open the door so I could make this short but dreadful trip to my mothers bathroom, but I'd suddenly caught a glimpse of my small frame in the mirror. I took a few steps back slowly, and examined myself.
Even after getting out of the shower I still couldn't seem to manage to look any better. I stared at my tired looking reflection. My eyes were drooping and had awful bags underneath them. My barely blue eyes looked almost grey, and were also red because of lack of sleep. And my hair was a mess of big brown curls, which are wet at the moment. It looked like a dirty mop was sitting on top of my head. I was...not the best looking.
I sighed, all while still staring at my pitiful reflection. "Angel. You really gotta get it together." I said to myself before going to get my toothbrush.
When I was done doing what I needed to do for the morning I gathered everything I'd need for the school day and hurried down the stairs and found myself plopped onto a stool in the kitchen. I saw my mom standing by the coffee maker.
Since now I was much less sluggish and more awake than before, I felt a little better and was in the mood to talk. I threw my book bag on the floor and propped my chin in my little hand. "Mom, are you cooking breakfast? I could really go for a-" I was cut off by a loud scream.
My mother turned around hastily, a frightened look plastered on her face. She planted a hand on her chest and began to breathe heavily. I giggled quietly. "You didn't hear me come down?" I asked.
She huffed and turned back around to open one of the cabinets. "Obviously I didn't, Ange." She told me. "And no, I can't cook breakfast. I don't have time and neither do you. We have a couple minutes left to get you to school we're already running late." She poured her coffee in a mug.
In no time she'd grabbed everything she needed for work and we were out the door and on the road. When we reached my destination, my mother bid me goodbye and pecked me on my cheek quickly. Next thing you know I was rushed out of the car and my mom was speeding out of the parking lot.
I began to head into the school building. As per usual when I was walking, I looked around at all of my peers observing them. There were huge crowds of different kids in different groups.
This isn't mean girls, though. No one hangs out with one another based on your looks, rank, or how cool you are. There also aren't people ranked highest to lowest, the "jocks" don't date cheerleaders, and the "losers" don't get bullied etc. The list goes on. You know, the average corny movie stereotype for school.
But in reality, it wasn't like that. At least not at my school. It just didn't work like that. Everyone came here to learn and that was pretty much it. I hate school, I always have and probably always will regardless of how well I do. But the fact that my school is unproblematic just makes things a lot easier on me.
When I entered the building I made a beeline to my locker. Luckily for me, it was on the first floor. Most mornings I was pretty sluggish and I'm not fond of walking up stairs so I took this as a plus. I put in my combination, open it, toss my bag in and I grab what I need for the day. I then shut and lock it back.
I don't carry a lot of stuff. In fact I only carry one folder for all of my classes. I do not recommend and never would to anyone. It's actually a terrible thing to do. All of my papers are completely unorganized, which makes it hard to find whatever assignments I may be in search of at some point. And my folder is about a packet away from falling apart on me. But despite that I was willing to keep it in order to avoid carrying a boat load of stuff with me.
Without further ado I took my phone out and put one headphone in, allowing my music to play. If it was anything that got me through the day it was definitely my music. There was never a moment where I didn't have them in during school hours. There were even multiple times where I'd gotten in trouble for having them in, but it happened so many times and I never listened, so the teachers eventually stopped reporting me to the principal for having them in.
I wasn't a bad kid, I just needed my music during the day. And I feel like the principal knew that. Him and I had a pretty good relationship for the most part. Because of my many trips to the office, which were mainly for two reasons, my headphones and my countless tardies, we were able to build a decent relationship.
I knew a lot about him and he knew a lot about me as well. We often talked to one another about our past and lives currently. We even gave each other advice from time to time whenever it was needed, really.
I considered him somewhat of a father figure since I had no other male figure to look up to. My real dad had left when I was 6 years old. He disappeared a few days after my birthday. My mom and I haven't heard from him since. It bothers me sometimes. It really does. But for the most part I try to push my thoughts of him aside, because it hurts to think about my father.
As I approached my first class of the day, right as I was making that turn into the room the bell rang, leaving me late. "Dang!" I hissed, low enough for no one to hear me. That just earned me another lecture from my mother about my countless amounts of tardies. I sighed and walked in calmly, trying to sneak my way to my assigned seat in peace. I was hoping I could make it unnoticed but of course, knowing me, things tend to never go my way. Especially when I needed them to the most.
I was stopped midway down the aisle separating the not so neatly 'coordinated' desks by the teacher. "Mr. Decker." Here we go. "You're late." She said. I didn't even have to look at her to know she had a scowl on her face, you could tell by the smirks of amusement on my classmates faces.
Yeah. As if I didn't already know. Congratulations on stating the obvious, though. I turned around and gave Ms. Hale a brief look of boredom. "Yes. I know." I replied simply.
She scoffed and pushed her spectacles up her wrinkly face. Her 5' stature almost slouching as she placed a hand on her desk, studying me. "This is your 15th tardy this quarter, Mr. Decker. Another 5 and you're suspended." She finished. I was confused as to why she felt the need to announce my business to the entire class.
I sighed, wanting nothing more than to just be avoided. That was all I ever asked. "Y-you really didn't have to announce that though." I told her. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful. That was never me. I was telling the truth. What she did was uncalled for.
My peers laughed at that. Her neck arched forward as if she were taken aback at my response. Uh oh. Maybe I said the wrong thing?
Queue the anxiety.
When she opened her mouth to say the next sentence, I knew I was doomed. "OFFICE, MR. DECKER!"
DANIEL SHARMAN- AS ANGEL DECKER
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