"look at me when i fuck you" he whispered in my ear and grabbed my chin making me look up to his hazel eyes "next time someone tries to flirt with you, won't have eyes to see your beautiful face again, amore" a low moan escaped my mouth
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Ever since i can remember myself , my mother was obsessed with stars. her favourite thing in the world was admiring the sky, especially at night. she would always talk to me about them like they were the most beautiful thing ever. i was never interested though, i always thought they were boring. until she became one of them.
ever since she left this world, my favourite thing immediately was the stars. i think it's because they remind me of her. my mother was the most beautiful person that walked this earth. i lost her when i was 10.
today marks 7 years since her death and i find myself once again looking at the sky. how i wish she was here right now.
im a strong person, i don't let people walk over me and i can stand up for myself, whoever knows me, knows the brave and strong version of me, nobody know this side of me, the soft.
i tapped my phone screen and saw that i had 4 missed calls from my father. i called him back, and after three beeps he finally answered.
'where are you?' he said harshly, great he's drunk.
'im with scarlett' i lied.
'get your ass up and come home now!' i answered a small okay and ended the call. im not in the mood to fight with him.
since my mother died, my father changed. actually, he only changed with me. he's perfectly fine with his new wife but with me? he's an ass. he can't accept that it's not my fault she died that night. maybe it's because he still hasn't healed from her death. but still, you can't blame your own daughter for such a serious matter.
i quickly got up from the roof i was sitting previously and got down to head home. i turned on some music in my earplugs.
once i opened the door i found him sitting on the couch, probably waiting for me. i stepped in taking off my shoes while his gaze was still stuck on me, i could feel his eyes watching me. i could smell the alcohol, god no. miranda my "step mother" is probably out, every year on this day she's always missing. maybe she wants to give us some space. she's a good person but still, not like my mother.
'where the fuck were you this late?' he finally spoke, loudly.
my breath started getting heavier, anxiety started spreading around my whole body. i know exactly where this is going.
'i told yo-' before i could finish he got up and dropped violently the glass that was filled of whiskey down. i flinched
'you told me shit! i spoke with scarlett's mother, and she said you were NOT THERE!' he started walking towards my way and i stepped back.
