T.W: Abuse, language, smoking
Dahlia fell in love she generally felt a powerful sense of empathy toward her beloved, feeling his pain as her own and she is willing to sacrifice anything for him. She felt giddy and happy when she saw him all the time...
Contemporarily Dahlia had been walking back to her home. Which made her a bit upset. Dahlia wasn't the type of person who didn't really believe in '𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩' she believed it was only in Movies and Tv shows, or maybe even made up but turns out she was wrong. She barely even knew the guy and yet she had the audacity to have some sort of feeling in her heart.
The last time she ever felt something so strong was when she was little. Kindergarten to be exact. Her very first kiss. Till this day she couldn't forget about how she had this strong feeling about that boy. His name was Alejandro. She felt this pull to him, a connection to him. She giggled at the favorite memory she had with him. In the middle of winter he had asked little dahlia to marry her!
Dahlia never felt anything strong since that year. Yes she had her boyfriends and she did love them. Only they weren't as strong. She thought she'd never feel the strong feeling again. Turns out she was wrong.
His brown beautiful eyes, falling deep into them. God she felt this feeling in her stomach a knot starting to form, or as if freaking butterflies were flying around in her stomach, her cheeks beginning to heat up. Dahlia felt confused at this very moment only in the fact that she must have been lost in her thought that she didn't apprehension she was already at her house.
Dahlia recoiled in the process of giving her a fright as her brother Dominic hugged her as his skateboard was between his arm, Dominic was the type of boy who would like to go out almost every time mostly with his friends and or of course go skateboard. "Hey Lia" "hey Dom" "how ya doing?" Dahlia asked her brother right after enfolding her brother. "I'm, doing great...I need to tell you something" "alright, what is it?" Dominic began his sentence but hesitated he didn't want to see her mood change. "Dominic?" "Oh um uh...never mind I will tell you later" "okie dokie Dom."
As soon as the siblings entered their house, their smile faded away. Immediately when they scented the alcohol, the sight of their father watching TV with a bottle of Tequila in his hand undoubtedly drunk. Ever since their mother died their father became more distant, more angrier, hating to hear from people, and drinking more. Both Dahlia and Dominic experienced terrifying events when they were little. Their father being aggressive towards them.
He would physically abuse both Dominic and Dahlia. Dahlia would protect her brother at times, she could stand the sight of her brother getting hurt, though at times she couldn't. He always blamed it on himself the way his wife died but at the moment he wasn't in the right state of mind.
"Dominic I'm going to try and talk to him go upstairs" Dahlia suggested. "Dahlia I'm not leaving you here with him, he's not ok, you do realize I'm older than you so you can't really tell me what to do" "Dominic, he needs our help" "what if he hurts you or even worse" "he wouldn't, just please go I know he won't hurt me" "fine just please be careful Dahlia I don't want to lose you too" Dahlia pecked her brothers cheek assuring him she will be fine.
Dominic really did care about his sister. Whenever Dominic glanced or looked at Dahlia it's like he was looking at his mother. He didn't want to lose her as well. And with that Dominic went upstairs to his room his footsteps fading.
Dahlia hoped her father wouldn't hurt her she took one deep breath and approached her drunk father.
"Dad?" "What Dahlia!?" Dahlia jumped at his words. "Um..you need rest, go to sleep it'll make you feel better...please" nice move captain obvious. Dahlia scrunched her nose already regretting talking to her father."why would I listen to you Aaliyahh" he slurred his wife's name, his breath strongly smelled like tequila. Dahlia gagged at the smell of his breath. Really close to throwing up "Dad it's me Dahlia not mom, you need rest dad" Jordan glanced at his daughter and stood up.
Warning: Physical Abuse & language
He looked at her with a disappointing look on his face. But before she could even look at him he slapped her sturdy enough that would probably leave a bruise later.
Jordan grabbed both her arms as he gripped on them most Definitely leaving a bruise once again. "Dad! Your hurting me" "this is all your fault! Your mother is gone because of you! You stupid little bitch!" Dahlias never seen her dad act like this towards her. Yeah he would hurt her often but not this badly.
Jordan dropped her and in an instant he kicked her, punched her, everywhere. Dahlia started spitting blood out of her mouth.
Luckily Dominic came in time. "Dahlia! What the hell are you doing! stop!" Dominic immediately pushed his father away from his petite sister that looked like close to dying. "Don't ever touch her again you bastard, don't even come near her ever again!"
Dahlia felt like shit, she could barely see, it was all blurry. She was glad to see her brother though, her eyes fluttered every few seconds. She felt like fainting she wanted to speak but all she said was "Dominic t-t" and with that her eyes shut.
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At the very time that Dahlia recovered consciousness her eyes fluttered her vision blurry, the scent of alcohol and bleach reached her nose. As soon as she observed where she was she instantly knew that talking to her dad was a horrible idea. how dumb she was. She really did think she could convince him.
in the act of Dahlia hurting her face, and her whole body was in pain. She caught sight of Dominic and sighed pleased to see her brother. "Dominic?" "Oh thank god Dahlia, your ok. God damn it Dahlia, I told you not to talk to him!" he came close to the bedside were Dahlia was currently laying at the hospital. "Dominic I know I'm sorry and I'm stupid ok I know, but I'm here still living, how bad is my face?" "I mean obviously its bad, but you could fix it with a bit of makeup, but I'm glad your ok because if you were gone I don't know what I would do without you" Dominic pecked her forehead .
"When will I be able to get out of here Dom?" "They said you'd have to stay here for at least 3 days or so just so you can get better and recover" "well what about dad where is he" "he's home Dahlia, but don't worry about him from now on, I'll make sure he won't hurt you and I promise you that" "thank you Dominic for everything you've done for me but could you call Ivory for me, please?" "Let me call her." " 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲. 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸. 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘀." 𝐽𝑚𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚
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