𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 // 𝐝𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

TW

i'm happy he's feeling better, I love seeing him happy. He's off doing shows again. Leaving me here by myself and shit. Whatever i'm fine with that, as long as he's doing something with himself.

After that long ass make out session, don actually opened up more to me, telling me more personal shit about him that he never told me before. i told him more things too. that i'll never thought ill be saying out loud.

what can i say? he's like my little therapist, and i'm his too. whenever he needs to vent i'm there for him to vent, and whenever i need to vent he's there. although he could piss me off with his responses and shit, but here's always right. so i can really complain.

any breakdowns I have, don is there though. He be having them but never tells me about them. like the other night, on his birthday. I'm not about to keep talking about dc and rambling about shit.

But i'm literally here, cuddled up on the couch with slime, having euphoria play in the background. This is the only thing I can think about right now... I don't know why... I picked up my phone and texted don.

hey, imy. are you okay?

don texted me back pretty fast.

yeah why?

just missing you that's all, when are you coming back to la?

i put my phone down and put my hair up in a ponytail. I'll just run this shit off with Slime or go onto a walk. It's daytime there's no chance i'll get kidnapped. No foreshadowing involved.

"cmon slime," I put his new shirt i recently bought for him on. It was a white shirt saying "i love my mommy" shut up, i know what you're thinking but it's actually so cute in person.

I walked into the elevator and looked at this guy. we made eye contact. he reminds me of my dad. I can smell the alcohol on him.

"how are you?" he finally asked breaking silence. I could hear him mildly slurring his words.

Hell no... Tears began forming in my eyes. I looked down at slime. the elevator finally opened, i waited till he stepped out first. Slime followed be ww by hind me. I love how i don't need a leash for him. Just in case I do i have a leash stuffed in my pocket. I began to ran and slime chased behind me.—

"DOM," my dad yelled out and continued to chase me down the street. Tears was in my eyes as i ran. I finally began to slow down. I fell on the ground. i haven't ran like that before. My dad picked me up. this my first time seeing him actually upset. "why would you run from me? huh? don't ever scare me like that again, do you understand?" he yelled at me. I cried harder.—

i bent down and breathed heavy. slime stopped behind me. i wonder if i did end up running away, would I have a better childhood. i fucking hate thinking about mine. i was and i'll always be scared for someone to hit me.

Slime licked my face. I moved him off and began to run again.—

"dom," my dad sighed. I sat on the floor and looked up at him. My crayons was spread around the floor. He sat on the floor next to me and took my crayons.

"give me them back," i whined.

"i have to tell you something, you'll get them back once i'm done talking to you," he cleared his throat. "your mom died, in a car accident," he said out flatly.

i looked at his legs. "oh..." i knew what death was i just didn't know how to process it.

my dad kissed my forehead and got up, he handed me my crayons back. i didn't even want to color no more. once he left I broke all of them. One by one. into little pieces, so they weren't ever usable.

My dad came back home drunk. he came to my room storming. "you little bitch, why did you do that?" he yelled.

"do what?" i said and watched tv. He grabbed my hair and dragged me all the way to the living room. he threw me on the floor.

"that you bitch, clean it up, you're never going to get shit from me ever again," he said aggressively. "do you understand me bitch?"

"yes," i said with tears falling down my face. My dad would always.. well sometimes come home drunk and beat on my mom. I'll always here the at night. tussling back and forth. i have no chance against him though.

I sat down on the floor and petted slime. "we're almost home," i said. I'm just too tired and overthinking too much shit. i can't take this.

9:23
I rolled over in bed and looked at don. He was about to go to sleep. "goodnight," i mumbled.

"i'm not tired," he said and opened his eyes. long ass eyelashes.

"whatever, i don't know why you always want me to go to sleep first, i'll be fine," he rolled his eyes. "but if you want fine go ahead, but anyways. when are you coming back home again?"

"tomorrow," he said. "why you miss me?"

i laughed. "fuck no, i'll never miss you,"

"oh fuck off, you know you're lying." he rolled over in bed and began to close his eyes again.

"go to bed don,"

"fine." he mumbled. he eventually fell asleep. i couldn't. i don't know why. I sat up and grabbed my notebook where i store my thoughts and shit.

I wrote a few things then eventually got tired. probably because i got everything i wanted to say off my chest. I'll tell don in a text tmw. or maybe right now. i just don't want to have him wake up to some bullshit. i texted him my thoughts real quick then scrolled on instagram. Don slowly opened his eyes and looked at his phone. Oh shit. i wanna die.

For someone who has their phone on "dnd" i'm surprised he has me on the allow messages or whatever. he took a while reading it. then started texting me back. He sent the message and then went back to sleep.

I feel like a highschool relationship. I wanna marry him. fuck highschool.