TW for abuse
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i liked hanging out with the basketball team, though they often made me pay for everything. i didn't mind at first, father always kept my bank account full, but it eventually became annoying. they always asked me to pay for the most expensive things for them, like designer watches or front-row tickets to concerts. i rarely could do anything for myself before my card would decline saying i've spent too much at once.
i remember going to a restaurant with the entire team once, and i was forced to pay.
"here's your bill," the waitress said, placing the rather long slip of paper on the table. "you can pay whenever you're ready."
zach took the bill and read over it, grimacing at the total. "here, scott," he said and handed it to me.
i looked up at him. "what?"
"you're paying," he told me.
frowning, i shook my head. "no, i'm not," i said. "i don't want to. but even if i did, you maxed out my card yesterday."
i could hear snickers from joey, and zach scowled at me before grabbing my wrist tightly and dragging me out of my chair.
"ow- zach, that hurts," i whimpered, trying my best to keep up with him as he walked briskly toward the restroom. "zach-"
he didn't respond as he threw the restroom door open and practically shoved me onto the floor. i let out a whiny sob as i hit the tile, my head smacking against the floor.
"get up, whore," zach spat, kicking my leg.
i looked up at him. i didn't know what i did to make him so angry, but i was terrified. i didn't want him to hit me again like he did before.
"i said, get up."
i listened, scrambling to my feet. as soon as i stood up, he chased me to the wall. i wanted to shrink up into a ball on the floor as he stared down at me, the angriest look i'd ever seen in his eyes. "you're scaring me," i whimpered. i could feel my eyes watering.
zach grinned and grabbed my chin. "you're cute when you're scared," he said, only making me feel worse. "all trembling and teary-eyed."
"can you let go, please?" i asked, trying to shift out of his tight hold. "that kind of hurts-" i gasped when he slammed my head against the wall, tearing spilling down my cheeks. "zach, please-"
"next time, you better have your fucking money with you," he growled at me before letting go. "now stop crying and let's go."
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𓈊 Petal's Diary
Fanfiction*COMPLETED* An insider into APBAON!Scott's mind and his side of the story. Please read A Poppy By Any Other Name first before reading this. *** Lowercases are intentional! *** This work belongs to me, @bumblvee, and only me. I reserve the right to...
