𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧
𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
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Quinn Laurence is a troubled kid who had a terrible childhood. Once the apocalypse starts, she can res...
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THE BREEZE FLEW THROUGH MY HAIR AS I SAT IN THE FIELD OF TALL GRASS. My hands brushed over the tips and the sensation went through my body. I saw the sun beginning to set. The light of the bright ball blinded me but I didn't care. The warmth intoxicated me as I urned for it. I stood up and brushed off some of the bugs that landed on me while I sat in the grass. I began to slowly walk home as I saw everyone else walk home also. I got a few waves here and there and a couple 'hi's and 'hello's.
I came close to the door and swallowed. If that man was in there, I'll suck it up and stay in the house for the night. I opened the door ever so slightly and saw a glimpse of him. I took a deep breath and walked in. Jessie had a smile on her face when I walked in, as of Pete, well he looked drunk.
"Hi, sorry I was out for so long. I was just getting some more fresh air." I said.
"Don't worry about it, Ron goes off on little walks sometimes." She said with a little laugh.
"Yeah, and he hangouts with the little shit Mikey." Pete said as he took another swig of his whiskey.
"Honey I think you've had too much to drink.." Jessie tried to take the bottle from him, only to be back handed. I stood there in shock and anger.
"You can't tell me how much I can drink." He said as he took another swig. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes filled my senses. I swallowed and began to walk upstair. Do not interfere with what's going on.
"Where do you think you're going missy?" He said. I stopped and came back downstairs.
"Can I help you with anything Pete?..." I said with nervousness.
"You're such a pretty girl." He said as he got closer.
TW: Abuse and Groping
He began to play with my hair as i looked away from him. He gripped my face and forced me to look straight at him. I saw Jessie looking away from the situation.
"You will look at me when I talk to you do you understand? And you will call me sir." His grip got tighter on my face.
"Yes sir." I slurred.
"Good girl." He said as he let go of my face. I slowly began to shake in fear. He got close to my face and kissed me on my forehead.
"Go to bed." He said. I nodded quickly, and headed up the stairs. I got to the room and opened it. Ron was in there reading and he looked up.
"Hey, you've been gone for a while." He said. I felt stiff and needed to break something.
"You won't get mad at me if I broke something, right?"
"Depends on what the thing is."
"This vase?" I asked. He nodded. I grabbed it and screamed as I threw it on the ground. It shattered in big pieces and I picked them up.
"What was that for?" He asked as he came down to aid me.
"No offense man, but your father is a fucking dick. He just fucking told me to call him sir and he hurt my face by gripping on to it when I didn't look at him straight in the face." Ron didn't say anything.
"He's always been like this." He said.
"Then why haven't you've done anything about it?" I asked. He looked at me and began to take his shirt off.
"Oh dude! Don't strip right now!" I said as I covered up my eyes.
"I'm only taking my shirt off." He said. I uncovered my eyes and he had scars, all over. Most of them being on his back.
"Wha.. w-what are these from?" I asked.
"This is what happens when you don't listen to what my father says." He said. My hand covered my mouth as I imagined what Sam and Ron went through before this and during this.
"W-Why... How could he.." No words could produce how fucked up this was.
"No one ever understands when I don't do anything.." Little did he know, I knew what it was like with an abusive parent.
"I do." I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"How? You've never been in a situation like this." I smirked and began to take my shirt off.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He said as he immediately covered his eyes.
"Dude I'm just taking my shirt off, not my whole fucking outfit." I took my blouse off and was left with my bra and my other clothes below my waist. The scars from the past beam as if they were part of a light show.
"You have scars... are these from when you were on the road?" He asked.
"Some of them are, but most of them are before this ever happened. I had a shit home life too. In and out of Foster care, custody issues, and abusive parents." I said as I grabbed my blouse. Ron was also reaching for it and our hands brushed against each other. I grabbed it quickly and let out a small laugh.
"That was, kinda weird." I said as I buttoned up my blouse. He had a look on my face that I could tell from any other boy. The look of falling in love. And the problem is, I was also.
"Um, I should get to bed." I said trying to not make things awkward. I got up and went to the door. I didn't open it because something was holding me back. I knew he still liked Enid but knowing someone who understood what it was like in an abusive relationship with one of your parents, can really spark something in you. But that spark was also inside me, and i was trying to burn it out.
"Hey Ron I-" I get interrupted by a pair of lips connecting with mine. An explosion of serotonin and passion flowed within my body. I wanted too, but I couldn't. I moved with his lips then stopped.
"Ron, you still like Enid. I can tell." I said. He had a sad expression on his face. I pecked his lips to make him feel better.
"She will understand." I said as I left the room. I felt something leave in me. The warmth, the moment I needed. I couldn't leave it behind. I opened the door again and he still stood there. I place my hand on his cheek and connected with his lips one last time.
