Blessed

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TW! TW! THERE WILL BE QUITE A BIT OF VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER! Y/N DOES GET HIT BY THEIR DAD I WOULD NOT RECOMEND READING ON IF YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN THE PAST OR HAVE PTSD TYPE REACTIONS TO THESE TYPES OF THINGS!TW! TW!

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We were walking through the markets and no one was there. I felt like no one loved me, I felt alone. I felt afraid.

I kept trying to pry his large hands from my shoulder, but to no use. He dragged me all the way back home and threw me on the floor.

I landed on my left arm, causing it to shift out of place at my shoulder. I cried out in pain as I tried to sit up. I failed, and I fell on my back. I must have looked so stupid. I was lying on the ground, almost crying because I hurt my shoulder.

I really am pathetic.

Papa stood over me, casting a huge shadow over the top of me. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me up to meet his face.

"What did I say about talking to the Madrigals? You're better than this Y/n! I really tried to keep you and your brother safe. I gave you a roof over your head, food in your belly, protection from people like that family, and THIS is what I get?!" He spat in my face.

He raised his hand and brought it down onto my face. The surrounding world was silenced by its sickening sound.

I fell backwards and stared at him. His eyes swirled with rage as I realised what I'd done. I tried to hold back my tears as we remained silent.

I broke his rule.

I shot up off the ground and booked it for the door. I made it outside when I heard his heavy footsteps behind me. I ran through the twisting markets, trying to lose him in the crowd.

At this point, tears were fogging up my vision as I found myself crouching down in a random garden. I slapped my right hand over my mouth as I listened to my father yelling for me to come out. He ran around people, sometimes even pushing them over, trying to get to me.

I felt him getting closer so I ran to my left, still holding my arm. I wanted to see one person at that time. Could I be blessed with something like this just once?

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