𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 | 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

𝐎𝐧𝐞

The minute Monnie came out, her parents knew life would be different.

They didn't want it. they didn't want her.

She came out with skin orange as can be, jet black hair. granted, she was jaundice.

But when her mother saw her, she said she looked like a monarch butterfly.

That's how Monnie got her name.

Monarch Alexis DiRenzo.

Monnie hated it growing up, but her parents didn't. probably the only thing they honestly liked about her.

Every other part of her they degraded, all of her.

Monnie was a beautiful child growing up, everyone saw it. people would come up to her mother saying how much of beautiful little girl she was, and her mother never saw it. always would reply with "yeah right" or something along those lines.

So as she grew, the more insecure she got from the comments from her parents.

But she still craved the attention, which she never got.

She'd cut herself, starve herself, get into fights, nothing worked.

She resorted to fucking.

But the only attention she got was from everyone at school, calling her the biggest whore in Dyckman.

The only person she had was her brother, and her best friend.

After many hospitals, therapists, they found Monnie's parents unfit, and allowed Monnie's brother, Ricardo, become her legal guardian when he turned 18, two years ago.

That was her life. A home and a life with her brother and her best friend Gianna, and her boyfriend Wendell.

Until August 31, 2018, everything changed.

𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂

𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽.

"Monnie, hurry the fuck up!" my older brother, Ricardo screams from outside the bathroom.

I roll my eyes and put the finishing touches on my makeup, "you can come in Ricky." I say, putting my makeup away.

Almost immediately he opens the door, going for his toothbrush. "Bozo is here waiting for you, have fun at school." he mumbles, putting toothpaste on his toothbrush.

I ignore him and head downstairs to get my bag. The "bozo" he's referring to is my boyfriend, Wendell. Ricky and my bestfriend Gianna, hate him.

No reason to hate him either, they just do.

Granted, Wendell is spoiled as fuck, and lowkey is more of a baby then me. The most he's done was throw some low blows at me about being a whore before him, which is really none of his business anyways. Gianna and Ricky don't know about that though.

I grab my bag, and as I'm walking out I hear Ricky yell down.

"I'm having my friend come over later on, so have Gianna come over or something. And before you ask, no. You're not going with Wendell." he yells, before closing the bathroom door.

I huff as I walk out the door, going to Wendell's car. Once I got in, I leaned in for a kiss, and he eyes my outfit up and down.

"Really Monnie? You might as well just tattoo 'fuck me with your eyes' on your forehead." He says, ignoring me and pulling off.

I look down at my outfit and sigh. "It's not even that bad, like you're dragging it." I say, examining my outfit. It really wasn't bad at all, I was wearing a yellow skirt with a matching top and sweater. He's so extra about this shit.