chapter 57. What did he do with it? pt. 1

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Ranboo's pov*

We finally calmed down, I grabbed my phone and texted my dad to see where the hell he went.

Dad/sir
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Me: dad where the hell are you? You've been gone since I got home yesterday.
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He left me on read.. Shit he's mad. But what did I do? What did he find?.. No.. He couldn't have there's no way he could've found it..

I got up and went to my dresser and opened one of the drawers. In the back of it was a small compartment, I opened it to reveal it was empty. Shit he found it... Welp I'm dead.

Oh my god he found my diary. I'm dead I'm just dead, he's probably out getting some sort of weapon or something to kill me which wouldn't be that bad, I'm already in hell as it is.

But Tubbo's here, I can't just die. I mean he's gotten me through a lot over the years, if it weren't for him I wouldn't be here today.

But my dad is going to do whatever he wants, no point in stopping him. If he wants to kill me he'll kill me. If he wants me alive he'll keep me alive. And that's just how it is.

Just then the door busted open downstairs.

"RANBOO, GET DOWN HERE! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A LITTLE CHAT!" My dad's voice screamed through the house. "Tubbo hide! Get in the closet hurry!" I said.

I shut the door behind him and went downstairs.

"Sir?"

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