the hated child

chapter forty-five

Previously...

"MISTAKE!!" yelled her father, reaching over to hug her.

Mistake accepted the warm embrace, while having a massive heart attack, she felt the space in her heart ache.

GASP

"THAT'S THE HOLE!"

"It's ok Mistake... I feel love there too... in my hole..."

"What?" Mistake snapped out of the trance.

"OH!", MR. MAID started sweating, "my... MY EMPTY HEART HOLE OF COURSE~"

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Present Time

Mistake clenched her boobtasticals, feeling her hole, "I can sense the negative and lonely energy in my blood pumping organ..."

"You're just so EMO," said her father.

"FOR THE LAST TIME!!!! I'm EMOTIONLESS!!!!" Mistake said, robotically and monotone.

"Um... okay daughter."

"YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!! YOU LEFT OUR FAMILY BECAUSE YOU CARED LESS ABOUT US AND MORE ABOUT YOUR HOLE!!"

"EXCUSE ME?!?!?!" Mistake's father bellowed. "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF THIS!!"

"WHEN YOU CREATED A BIG BLACK HOLE THAT WAS SUCKING EVERYTHING IN, YOU STOPPED BEING SUBMISSIVE AND ABANDONED US!!" Mistake made a giant circle with her arms and jumped up and down.

"Are you calling me... a beta male..." her father said, eyes glowing RED to show his ANGER.

"No.... I'm calling you an OMEGA!!" Mistakes eyes became turquoise, to show her turquoiseiness.

Her dad GASPED. "How... how DARE you!" he shouted. "I am a pure ALPHA and NOTHING ELSE!"

"IF YOU'RE A PURE ALPHA, THEN WHY IS YOUR GLUTEAL GROUP SO GIGANTIC!!!" Mistake snuck a glance at those MASSIVE CIRCLES.

"What does that have to do with anything?!?!" Mistake's papa questioned.

"Well... That makes you BREEDABLE!!!"

The sperm provider that helped create Mistake gasped, shocked by what the fastest swimmer had just said. "I am the KING! YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THIS."

"WAS the king."

"Shut up!" Mistake's Poppity McPop Pop FUMED. "I may not be the king anymore, but I still have residual power and influence!" He took out an iPhone. "LOOK! I have a MILLION followers on Instagram!!!"

Mistake rolled her eyes. "Father, I don't think your Instagram followers can do anything to me."

The balding bank started throwing it back and doing the renegade, "I CAN TELL THEM THAT YOU HATE K-POP!!! BE PREPARED FOR WAR."

Mistakes eyes widened and she began to tremble (it's OK we won't do THAT again), "B-b-but... I HAVE ASIAN FRIENDS!!"

Her father cracked his knuckles. "Do you think that will do anything? If anything, it will cause them to be angrier at you. They will call you HORRIBLE things like a MISTAKE!!"

"Father, do you even know what my name is?"

"Yea..."

"What is it?"

"It's... uhmmm uhhhhhh.... OH! ROLAND!!! MY DEAR ROLAND!"

Mistake facepalmed. "One, that's my sibling, and two, my sibling is Ronald, not Roland."

"OMG!! I KNEW MY SOCCER GENES WENT SOMEWHERE!! FINALLY... I HAVE AN ATHLETIC PRODIGY!!"

"What even makes you think that?" Mistake asked, confused. "To my knowledge, there aren't any soccer players that have the same name as my sibling."

"You just said my kid was Ronaldo, or... DID TOU LIE TO ME?? THAT IS A CRIME! GUARDS, GET HER!!!"

Mistake facepalmed 2.0. "One, lying isn't a crime, and two, my sibling is Ronald, not Ronaldo. Also, you're DEAD! What guards are you calling for..."

"What... what do you mean?" Mistake's begetter flexed his biceps, breaking an egg. "If I'm dead, then how am I still BUILT DIFFERENT? Riddle me that!"

"Have you ever wondered why the last time you saw me I was 1.5 feet tall, and now I'm a whole 0.5 feet taller..."

"What..."

Mistake sighed. "Also, you're not BUILT DIFFERENT." She flexed her biceps. "You're just AVERAGE."

Mistake's master Dada twirled and fell to the ground gracefully, clenching his smooth ass skin.

"Dad... Sorry, I'm being too hard on you. It's just... I haven't seen you my WHOLE life, you have to understand my situation..."

"My child... I just shit my ghost pants..."