𝑀𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

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⚠️ SEXAUL CONTENT AND ALSO VIOLENCE AHEAD. Careful reading⚠️

"You're the big thirteen, aren't you excited?" She leans with pinker cheeks then her lipstick. Her smile fills up her face as she widens them for me. Her hot breath fans my face and I immediately scrunch my nose up as the smell of liquor poisoned my nose.

God that's fucking disgusting.

She leaned down showcasing her big boobs that were ripping out of her dress. The color of her dress matching her lipstick and bright cheeks. I glared at her fully bothered by even her pure presence existing. If she didn't drink 20 tons of liquor every day, I would say she was fairly nice and less annoying. The fact that she was in the house to begin with was just the tip of the iceberg.

Either way, she's an idiot for getting involved.

I breath, ignoring the sharp pain that runs down my back. The bruising had already started to puff up and it has been days. "Yea. excited" I lied but she knew that. My voice was stiff, and sarcasm laced in it. It always did. She just sucked her teeth in and made her way around the couch to the mini bar. Her attempts of trying to get along were already given up. Her high heels clicking along the wood floors, nosey as ever. "You know." She trails off pouring yet another cup of what I'm guessing is liquor. I swear if you would put this woman, whose name I already have forgot, in a liquor competition her name would be in first place before it has even started.

"I heard you got beat the ever-living shit out of you." Her voice laced into a quiet tone as she try's disguising her smile but how tight and high her voice gotten. It ruined the cover. I did, I got the worst beating of my life. I would say top five at most. As the makeup I've stolen for her has gone to shit, I've just given up. It was either the shit blending or was the fact that she was ten time lighter that blew the cover. Days has gone by, Weeks actually but the bruising hasn't gone away. I roll my eyes again. "If the black eye and busted lip didn't sell it for you maybe I should show you my broken rib." I spit out already at my high just by smelling her breath even from feet away.

"Wow. A broken rib. That's a new one I was hoping it was your arm again" I grip the edge of the sofa calming my breathing. Feeling the soft material agents my hand. Massaging it as if it was a stress toy. Talking back to her is what got me this beating in the first place. I wasn't stupid enough to say anything back. But I can't deny that time like these were worth it.  Worth the pain and bruising just to see that slick smile that she has on her face to disappear. To see the tears of the truth that I was going to spill out rotten her feelings but as always one time was enough. It needed to be enough but in the end, it never satisfied me.

So I just bit my bottom lip and squeezed it. Squeezed tight enough so the pain erased the thoughts.

My eyes shot to the entrance as the door opened. The creaking sound filled the room shutting me and her up. Nothing but our breathing filled the air. Fernando walks in with phone in hand speaking to someone. He was angry. When did a day go by when he wasn't? I couldn't help but feel my throat tighten and dry up as if I haven't drunken anything in days. My heart laced with fear, and it made me upset. Not upset, it made me angry to the point where my blood boiled. But I say nothing but stare at my sneakers.

"And there's your beater" candy whispered. I clamp my teeth together holding in the toxic words that were going to spew out. My body stiffens. The burning sensation of stay still ran through my mind. My body shook to the core, and I begged it to stop. he stared at me from the side.  I swallowed nothing as my mouth was now dryer then the desert. He eyed, burning the side of my face and the feeling felt the same as it always did. Like I was the most disgusting shit he has ever seen in his life. My hand shook as I continue to stare down at my shoes. I cursed myself out for wearing all white shoes as now I didn't have anything to distract me.