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Traitor- Olivia Rodrigo

➪Traitor- Olivia Rodrigo➪

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SCARS



"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
- Anais Nin

TW ────"🗞️
mentions of emotional abuse


"Hey mami, how are you?" I asked walking in her room.

My step father was smoking a cigar next her in bed, he could've at least did it outside.

"Mija, please go away." She replied quietly.

She was rolled up in a ball with the blanket over her head and her voice was raspy. I felt horrible for her.

"If you need anything please let me know."  I stood in the door way.

"Just go." She whispered covering herself.

"You heard her. Go on and go." He laughs.

God, I hated him so much.

I proceeded to stay quiet and slammed the door and left.

I checked on Mateus and he was playing with Auggy. Auggy and I arent on the best terms right now, this whole family at the moment is dis functional.

It has been one full week since the incident and no one has said a word. Hardin makes his daily appearances in school but doesn't stay for too long.

Something is wrong and I know it is, but for my own safety I haven't asked.

"Auggy Im going to go for a walk." I said going out.

I needed fresh air, I needed to clear my head and reorganize my thoughts.

I was walking and I know I passed my house when I was ten streets down. Then I realized, Hardin lives on this street. I decided to risk the and walk into his house driveway.

Risky... I know I know.

But I can't stay away from him, call it corny but no matter how much time passes or how far apart we are, we just always find our way back.

I approached the door and the amount of butterflies I had in my stomach.

I built the courage and finally I knocked but there was no answer.

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