Soft bitch •Rinney•

Kiss

Tw:slur, angst, abuse, sh

Finneys pov:

I saw fucking Matt, Moose, Matty, and Buzz on walk into the fair. I grabbed Robins hand and ran into the bathroom. I don't know why I took Robin, he probably would've followed me anyway. I held onto his arm, "What are y-" I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth. "Shut the fuck up." I said anxiously looking at the door. I realized how close we were but I didn't move. My stomach felt knotted and my cheeks warm, my hart beat out of my chest. I slowly took my hand off his lips and he stared at me. "S-sorry." I said. He stayed quiet for a moment. I tried to step back but he grabbed my waist. "Why did you take me in here?" Obviously he miss understood. "I- there was-...someone-" I didn't know what to say "look, I don't think you under-" I trailed off and stared at him. I looked down at his lips, and it was like my body moved before my mind. I gabbed his cheek and started to kiss him, I don't know why but it felt a lot better then with Donna. He was gentle. He leaned in deeper, pinning me to the wall. We stopped for a moment he looked at me before planting kisses on my neck, receiving small whimpers. It felt like I needed him, I wanted him. I wanted to feel him all over my body. Him kissing me felt so right, I didn't know why I kissed him or why he kissed me back, but it felt good. It was the best I felt in a while. His hand traveled up my shirt as he kissed my lips again.
Someone knocked on the door, we both paused. "Uhm, are you guys in there?" Stacey called, "yeah, we'll be out in a second." Robin said, his hands still on my waist. "Sorry" I whispered and ran out, Robin following behind me. I ran out of the fair and headed home.

I walked into my dimly lit house. My dad was in his chair, beer bottle in hand. "We're we're you?" He said, turning to me. "The fair." I paused, my heart beating faster. "Which who? And don't lie." He stood up and walked ward me. "We're you with a girl?" He drank his beer. "No." I said. It was a lie but I wasn't with a girl, it was with multiple people. "A BOY?" He yelled getting in my face. I didn't look at him. "It's not like th-" a sharp pain struck through my face, he hit me. "I'm not having a faggot son. Go to your room." He said much quieter. I turned and went upstairs to my room. It didn't hurt much anymore, this happens most days.

He was right. I was a fag. I felt so disgusted with myself. I went to the bathroom, shutting the door as quite as I can. Gwen was asleep so I didn't have to worry about anyone coming in. I looked around, a tear fell from my eye as I grabbed the razor from the top of the mirror where I kept it. I sat against the sink and dragged it across my skin, wincing at the pain. I watched the blood drip from my wrist.
Cutting yourself isn't something talked about, not many people know what it is. So if someone saw it they would brush it off, because to them it looks like something scratched me. Or I think so anyway.
I sat there for a moment before getting up and going back to my room and laying in my bed.