Me, Myself and I

Part 3

I wake up feeling my core aching from last night. flashes of last night came into my head and I could feel myself wanting another around. it didn't help that he came out of my shower with a towel hanging on his hips. 

I groan from the pleasurable pain and wanting more. 

he just chuckles cause he knows why I groaned. then I got an idea. 

I smirked and got off the bed and walked slowly towards the washroom. 

"rose..." he says warning me. he looked at my body like it was his prey. 

oh forgot to mention I was completely naked. I leave the washroom door wide open and start to get a shower. 

before I know It I feel his hands all over me and kissing my neck. I turned around. 

"round 2" and kissed him with passion. 

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"Sorry I'm late," I tell the teacher while giving him a late slip. 

i tried not to show my pain while walking. god, he went extra rough the second time. I love it when he does go rough. 

i just sat in my place slowly and started to take notes. 

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"ugh, I am so tired. I wanna go home" I say while banging my head on the table. 

"there there" Flip says while rubbing my back. 

"hey guys" Dane says and sits next to me and kisses my cheek. 

"hey" i mumble into the table. 

i expected Dane to ask what happened but didn't so i raised my head just to see him glaring at Flip. then i realized Flip's hand was still on my back so i shook it off and leaned on Dane who then placed his hand on my thigh. 

i sighed contently and made conversation with people. 

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i walk into the house. looking at every detail like everything has changed since the last time i saw this place. when i walked into the kitchen to grab something i saw my mom. i was shocked at first but recovered soon.

"hey mom" i say with a smile. she doesn't reply but just pushes past me. i sigh hoping the air breath out is all the pain. but when i breath in the next bit of air i can still feel the pain in me. 

i go to my room loosing my appetite. i immdetiately went into the bathroom. took out my razor pack which i use to shave. 

i never cut myself i never found how people found it relieving. but i just stared at the pack. i knew i wouldn't do it. but i just stared while my brain wondered to different parts of my life. 

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when i came out the washroom it was dark. I'm not surprised that i spent so much time thinking. i do that a lot. i liked the time i spent with myself and my head. i started to do my work but getting bored half way through. deciding to take a break i put on a movie. 

movies have always been a major distraction. i get into the movies that i watch that i forget about my life. while watching i heard some noise from downstairs. i grabbed my pocket knife stuffed into my sock just in case. i slowly sneaked down to find the lights of the living room on and people talking. 

when i turned to the living room i was astonished to my brother there with a blank expression while my mom was in thought. 

"Frank?" i asked slowly and they both looked at me. i couldn't place what i was feeling at the moment. 

both their faces morphed into anger. i was confused as to why. 

"you" my mom seethed. holy shit she hasnt talked to me in so long. 

"you spoke to me" i whispered. bith of them stood in front of me seething.

"hey brother" i smiled softly trying to ease the tension. his expression softened a little but went back to before immediately. 

"dad visited me yesterday explaining why he left. i thought you would want to know" he spits out. 

i was confused. did i do something. 

"don't act all innocent you slut" my mom yells out. now i was definitely confused. my mom never cursed at me.

"he told he left cause you came onto him. saying like you were attracted to him and you tried to seduce him everyday. he got tired one day and left" he says. 

i stood there in shock.

"he said what now" 

then i felt a painful sting on my cheek. my mom- she slapped me. she never raised her hand on me. i cant believe this- 

"how could you do that. you tore this family apart" i stood keeping my face void of any emotion and thought of what would happen if i defended myself and if i didn't. if i did defend myself it would make it worse. 

"acknowledge me" she yells punching me in the face. i could feel the heat on face from the slap and punch. 

"you believe him" i whispered with my head down.

"why wouldn't we" my brother asked.

"because he is the one who left us" i replired.

"because you couldn't keep your dignity in your pants" my mom yelled. 

"i didn't do that" i said looking up. straight into both their eyes. 

i knew they believed me. i could see it in their eyes. they believed that i would never do that. but they needed someone to blame. they didn't want to be the reason he left so they blamed me. 

and i was fine with it. i like people use me as their life support, their punching bag. and I'm fine with it. 

"liar" my brother yelled punching the hardest he could which is really hard let me tell you that. 

my step faltered but i stood tall. 

i didn't defend myself cause they needed to channel their emotions someway and they chose abusing the daugther/sister. 

i was fine with it. 

"you deserve what you get next" my mom spat out while locking the front door. 

i took a deep breath 

"don't break"