Statehouse Stuff ig

Texas angst bc yeah

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WARNING: This chapter contains abusive parenting, PTSD mentions, google translate, alcohol, gays, and cringe writing.

Texas' POV

I'm sitting on the couch watching an old western movie, with Cali leaning against my shoulder reading. Most of the other states are asleep or are out getting drunk, due to the fact that it's one in the morning.

In the middle of the movie the screen starts to flicker. I don't think much about it, till the entire statehouse loses power.

California'a POV

I look over at the TV when it flickered then went back to my book. Soon after the power turns off. I groan, I'm quite used to the power going off with all the earthquakes and the occasional hurricane. I close my book and set it aside. "Florida's probably messing with the fuse box again. You think Gov is actually gonna punish him this time?" I ask Texas as I sit up and turn to face him.

Texas' Pov

The last thing I heard from Cali was him groaning. Then I'm a kid again and I see Mexico staring down at me. I'm in the old living room and it's almost pitch black besides the small lamp lighting up Mexico's face as he glares down at me. "¿Por qué tienes que ser tan inútil?"(Why must you be so useless?) Mexico asked as he took another drink. Mexico suddenly has a sadistic smirk on his face. "Cero que necesitas visitar la jaula de nuevo."(I think you need to visit the cage again.) "Pero papa yo-?!"(But dad I-?!)

Mexico grabs me by the neck and drags me down the hall to the basement door. I try to pull away but he's much stronger than I am. When we get to the basement door, Mexico opens it and throws me down the concrete steps and onto a pile of empty beer bottles. I land on my back, my head slamming onto the concrete floor and my back and arms getting cut by the now shattered glass bottles. "Tal vez una semana allí te ayude a comprender tus errores."(Maybe a week down there will help you understand your mistakes.) Mexico calls down at me as he throws his bottle at me. It hits me in the stomach and it bounces to the floor.

Mexico slams the door and I hear the door lock. I slowly stand and I feel the stabbing pain all over my arms and back. I look down and see the glass sticking out of my skin. I don't even care about the glass at this point. I just want my papá to love me. I fall to my knees and feel the tears falling down my cheeks as I start to cry.

I hear someone calling my name. They sound worried. Suddenly I'm back on the couch with California looking down at me with tears in his eyes. "Cali?" I ask confused for a second. "Yeah it's me Texas." He says as he hugs me. "Are you okay?" He asked while wiping tears from his eyes. "Yeah I'm okay. Glad the lights are on again." I say as I push California off me. He looks at me with a pouty face but it disappears when he giggles a bit.

God I love him. But even his adorable giggling and his cute little smile can't get rid of the feeling, that those tiny pieces of glass are still digging into my skin.