sergio . d5 . cb . fin

tw: child abuse

He doesn't know that I sneak out on days where he's not home. It's the only chance I ever really have for something even close to normal human interaction. When I'm home, if you can even call it home, I'm his servant. It's child abuse, for sure. That much is obvious. He adopted my brother and I from my birth parents when I was ten years old and my brother was twelve. They couldn't afford to take care of us anymore, so they needed to find someone who could.

My parents chose this man— Whim, his name is— to adopt us because he is extremely wealthy. They believed he would treat us to everything we needed in life and more. The thing is, they were extremely wrong about that. He hardly gives the two of us the bare minimum. My brother, Brone, is often ill because of how little care we get from Whim.

Now, I'm afraid that one of these days, I'm going to lose my brother because of how sick he gets all the time. I just wish I could stop it. I wish I could save us both, but I don't think that's going to happen.

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