Y.D.L.R

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(A/N: Before you read, here's a warning, mention of abuse, childhood trauma, and rape from Y/N childhood, plus slight sexual content.) Also.. y'all know I don't edit and proof read right...

The Ball Chronicles: Part One

Everyone has highs. Everyone has lows. We all have an all-time high to go with an all-time low. As you lay your head underneath the cold water, you start to wonder where your path changed so you can be like this.

Not that you hate the way you are. On some days you love yourself and others it's like meh. It's just you know your life would've been different if your dad never remarried. Everything might be so different from today.

Your mom was an addict to say the least. She had the dream of being on broadway. Not an actress but to sing every night under the lights that makes everyone entranced with your every movement and tone.

She wasn't the best to be around either cause she wasn't as accepting as your father with you being intersex. Crazy. Right? Your own mother had an issue but your dad didn't. "Girls shouldn't be able to get other girls pregnant? Who the fuck created that shit Y/D/N." 

You would say it bothered you growing up, but it only made you realize how cruel the world can truly be. Times is different now cause everyone accepts you, but back then it was hostile. It was either you be a man and cut your hair short, or you be a woman and chop your bazooka beating punnaie slasher off. Which is what your mom wanted, but you were not going to give up the feeling of get topped off. Although... as a kid you didn't know that feeling. Kid you was an OG.

So, she only ended up in your life for seven years. You barely remember how her voice sounds anyways.

But, sometimes you think you'll rather her then your step mom.

Your dad had remarried two years later, to Y/S/M/N (Your/Step/Mom/Name). She is the true spawn of Satan. What a bitch, bro.

When you had first met her, you can't even cap she was really beautiful. She shook your hand, called you handsome, and gave you a friendly hug when your dad came over to her with you.

It was all an act that was good enough to fool my dad until his death. Four years later. Before he died, he never knew what his wife truly was.

She used you one night when you had turned thirteen. That one night turned into every other weekend for a year until your dad died.

God. You hate her so bad.

Only a handful of people know. Jamiya, Ariana, and now Vanessa. 

Speaking of Jamiya.. you were about to meet her right now for y'all 'date'. She needed someone to take to this fancy ball thing with her family. Granted, you have known her family for years, so you coming as her date doesn't really surprise anyone.

It's the homophobics who are surprised cause they couldn't imagine Jamiya, such a pretty girl, to be gay. Which she's not really, she doesn't want to label her self right now and you fully respect that. 

Actually, you love that for her. People don't realize how much Jamiya means to you. Shit, half the time you don't realize how much she means to you.

You pull out your phone and decided to text Jamila.

BazookaBananna: Where is this place I'm meet you at

Futureee <3: ugh, y/n I told you the place 3 weeks in advance.

BazookaBananna: You expected MEE to remember a place Ian never heard before for THREE weeks

BazookaBananna: Oh hnnn girl you trippin 😂