Chapter Forty-Two: Internal Conflict
"So what are you gonna do when the world don't orbit around you? Ain't it fun? Living in the real world. Ain't it good? Being all alone."
~Ain't It Fun by Paramore~
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Revised: August 2, 2022
Warnings: abuse, anxiety, biphobia/homophobia, depression, domestic violence, slight eating disorder, language, panic attacks, sexual harassment/assault/abuse, violence, and other mature themes
Hi, if you are bi/pan/queer/any part of the LGBTQIAP+ community, please remember you are valid and I love you. This chapter starts off kind of rough, so please remember your worth and you can skip the flashback if homophobia/biphobia it really bothers you <3
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Zion's POV: A little over a year ago.
"Where the hell have you been?" my mom asks me as I walk in.
"I was at Jess's," I say.
"You made me worried sick. I've been calling and texting you," she says angrily. She's drunk and stressed out again and it causes me to cautiously walk around her. She hit me a few weeks ago and I'm worried it'll happen again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see that-"
"I have to worry over your father all the time. He's dying, Zion," she says and it hits right in the heart when she says it so bluntly. I know that. I've known that. "And now I have to worry over my slut of a child while she sleeps around at a girl's house and I'm slaving away to make your dad's last few weeks here nice."
"I-"
"I never even wanted a girl. And bisexual? What the hell does that mean? Stop being so greedy and pick one fucking gender, Zion. I didn't want to raise a slut for a daughter, but here we fucking are!" she holds up the knife like she's forgotten it's in her grasp.
I look down, tears pouring out of my eyes.
"Never be late again or I will use this knife for something other than cutting fruit. Got it?" she threatens.
"Y-Yes," I nod in fear, visibly shaking now.
She's become so unhinged recently. And I don't want to tell my dad because he has enough pressure and stress as it is. He's bed-ridden and probably asleep right now, so he can't help. I don't know what else to do except put up with it.
I mean, what do you do when your mom doesn't love you? What do you do when she's worse than any high school bully you've ever had to deal with? They don't teach you how to handle these things.
"Go up to your room, you little bitch," my mom says and continues cutting her fruit with the knife. I run up to my room as fast as I can and lock it behind me, all my emotions pouring out as I breakdown on my bed.
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Zion's POV: Present
"Hey," I sit down in biology. Jenna doesn't even look at me. "Are you okay?"
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