3 weeks later* I hear a knock at the door and I shout "Charles someone is at the door" in a worried tone, "ill get it colton" he says as we are met with y/n who is bartholomews lover, y/n says this "bartholomew is acting strange, more strange than normal, he isn't talking to me, he is always out and he talks about a vhs tape he found in the attic" I walk out the kitchen and ask "vhs?? What kind???"in a interested voice they dawn their gloves and reply " a supernatural one" and passes me it I look at it and realize it's the one of me and his father's wedding, it wasn't hard to cry and y/n comforted me as it was to hard to not cry, he picked me up as Bartholomew and Mary parked in the driveway, 45 minutes later there is moaning noises and, a lot of sp*nking noises coming from the bathroom as the shower was on , I looked at Arthur as I pleaded for my life, Arthur quickly replying with "oh but love you wanted this didn't you? Oh I must have been daydreaming about you"in his most romantic 1930a voice, he stepped out the shower as I begged for more, he looked at me whilst he was dawning his suit and tied, and said "I'll it at dinner" and I looked at him and gulped, hoping satan would help me, he didn't because at dinner Arthur pushed a button on the controller for the v*brator as my eyes rolled back, I quickly got up because I dropped my fork so I went under the table, and saw Arthur stroking his c* I sucked it as he moved his hand and carelessly adjusted his stance, he quickly pulled up his trousers and boxers, as I got up from the table and ate, whilst cleaning the dishes he comes up behind me and touches my back with his ice cold hands as I cleaned, giving me goosebumps and saying "are you turned on yet amore??" I replied with "n- no" whilst putting the dishes away, " the others are watching a film" Arthur says whilst grabbing my butt as I'm tired and drained from the party and second breakfast is a tradition in our family as I looked like a hobbit when I was younger I'm 55 now and I'm six foot five and Arthur is seven foot fifteen and it's funny as hell because I eat 20 times a day (not actually) and I still look skinny and people are like " your perfect, you've got meat and your not to fat or not to skinny" I just see my self as some annoying little girl who thinks they're a boy because they're trans and nobody knows how much it hurts because my childhood trauma was caused by epilepsy(true in real I do have epilepsy and it might come back as I used to take pills for it) and so on and any time im yelled at I start crying, everyone realise's I'm traumatised by it and then they wonder why I'm married to a man of his word well, they are hot as hell and them just in suits and also cause my soul is needy for a father figure and all that because when I was younger I wasn't around my dad much because my parent's separated when I was 2 and well my mum met my step dad and he's lovely aint that type that you see on 🖤🧡, he's the nice type the one that really doesn't care if your trans, bisexual or gay or lesbian he, supports me like my mum does but my dads different in which I don't wish to explain how because it scares mea deeply on how I wasn't around my dad much and over the years I developed a sense of safeness around certain people and having another family that aren't my blood family or my actual family, my husband is quite clingy and well If I try to leave his side to go to a different part of the shop he will grip my hand so tightly I can't leave him, but atleast i get my attention and all that because he loves me deeply, as I needed the attention for stuff and when we got home that night we got quite h*rny and stuff so I nearly passed out as of him f*cking me over the pool table and having 34 missed calls from Richard and Charles to which we faked our sleep and started f*cking again with him touching me all the time and eating at my soul as I told my friends about my marriage to him I'm loyal and will never cheat on him, holy sh*t is that man hot asf and I also near enough stopped ww2 happening because I'm the time keeper of the 1900s and not the 2000s and recent years because there is another time keeper for that to which I can't tell you anything about that and also I'm incredibly annoying about stuff, *8 hours later* I woke up from my sleep to morning yelling as it is 8:00 am to which Arthur has his morning rage, I do my hair with hair tonic and enter the kitchen, Arthur looks at me and says "morning love" I reply with "morning" because lack of sleep, I am deprived from Charles being drunk at 12:00 am last night I can't stop him he's my twin and all but we do the same things it's like weird and all that but as I sip my tea, I see Richard walk in with a gift. He walks ip to me and says "Colton I got you a gift, it's something you always wanted" I look up and take the gift gently, I open it with my bare hands and and see it's a ferret I look up at Richard and hug him whilst saying "thank you"....... Was the last thing I said before I moved out because of my issues, Arthur checking in on me everyday for the next few years as I looked out my blinded window but I look back to see nothing has changed, I still have my ferret but I got him a friend his name is Frodo and my other ferret is called godfather, I heard a knock as Charles and Richard shouted from outside my front door saying "Colton open up" I opened it to see them I replied with "leave me alone, you never loved me" and slammed the door shut. With Arthur opening the door and asked me why im doing this, I stared at him with tears in my eyes and said "anytime I see Richard It reminds me of dad because of the yelling" he looked quite shocked when I said that and mentioned how I looked gloomy and all that, now I don't come out of my room for that reasons.
