I'm Yours

Pain

TW:
- Verbal, and Physical abuse.
- light description of blood.
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Flynn's POV:

"Ready to go Flynn?" Ask mom.

"I'm not going," I state.

"It's not an option. You must attend this dinner with your father since you skipped the last one," she huffs.

"I said I'm not going!" I say, raising my voice.

"Why are you always so stubborn. Get in the fuckin car! We are leaving now!"

"And I said no! He's just an abusive bitch who pays child support by fucking you, giving you false hope that you'll get back together again!" I shout.

She then stands in front of me, and slaps me across the face. My face stung slightly but it was nothing I couldn't handle. He has beaten me way worse than this.

"Get in the car now," she states coldly.

"Yes mother," I mumble, pushing past her.

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His house was tiny, and rusting. The outside was horrendous to look at, and the smell of weed burned your nose hairs.

"Hold my hand," I say hushly to Danny.

He nods, and takes my hand. While Danny, and I were scared, Hannah was ecstatic. She had a large smile, and she was wearing her 'best' dress.

She then runs to the door, and rings the doorbell. He then answers.

"Hey there missy," he says, patting her head.

"Hi dad!" She beams, giving him a hug.

He gives her a hug back then looks at Danny, and me with a fake smile.

"Hi guys," he waves. "It's time for dinner."

I swallow harshly. My legs struggling to take the steps needed to make it to the door. Danny thankfully was with me the whole time, squeezing my hand to assure me that I'll be fine.

I sat as far away as I could from the man. I was having a bad feeling about this dinner.

"You look nice Margo," says father, winking at her.

"Thank you Hershel," she smiles, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Gross," says Danny under his breath.

I let out a quiet which was heard by Hannah.

"What's so funny Flynn?" She asks snarkily.

"Your face," I reply, which caused Danny to burst out laughing.

"At least I don't need to take pills to fake my happiness," she sneers.

"I'd rather take pills then still piss my bed," I reply.

"Oh burn," says Danny.

"Shut up freak. You probably can't even process what we're saying," she scoffs.

"Call him a freak one more time," I state, tossing my orange juice on her.

"My dress!"

She lets out a shriek, and mother instantly begins to yell at me. He gets up from his chair, and grabs the nearest towel, helping to clean Hannah up.

"Flynn to the kitchen now!" He states.

"You're not the boss of me," I say, glaring at him.

"You aren't even the boss of yourself. Hannah was right. You need pills to stay in tune with your brain. Now go to the kitchen!"