TW: Slurs + Verbal and Minor Physical Abuse
{Tobias}
"I can't believe you left your little sister"
Fuck...
Maybe I can quickly walk up the stai-
"Tobias James Reagan. I am not done talking to you!" Mom's voice was deep. I know that voice.
I am going to die
"Why is Dominique bringing my daughter home from school!"
"I-" I tired to form a good sentence.
"Don't you lie to me" her face was red, probably felt like fire to the touch.
"And what is this I hear about you punching some kid?" If things couldn't get any fucking worse...
"Mom, I had a r-" I was cut off.
"There is no reason for you punch another student" only if she knew, which she didn't-
"I was getting messed with-" simple way to put it. I should've said I'm just a cold killer
"Messed with- bullied? For what?" Ugh why so many questions...
"Things. And I wasn't bullied, I was messed with" to me, there's a HUGE difference between being bullied and messed with.
"It's the same thing! Now tell me what happened" oh my god! I wanna punch something.
I balled my fists, squeezing so hard I was probably ripping through skin and meat.
"Now you don't want to talk, funny." Her voice ignoble, dad must not be home...
She always treats me differently when he's at the office, but when he's home, she's a cloying wretched woman!
"I just don't understand wh-" her head spun around and her eyes stared at me, face redder than tomatoes.
"You don't understand? You're ruining the family name"
Wow...
Words should not have hurt me like that- I can't believe she said that to me...
I looked around the room, searching for Catalina. She wasn't in sight, but she was here, listening.
"[...] look at me when I talk to you" I looked back at my mother. How can someone look so nice but be the devil in a skirt.
"Now... I'm going to ask you nicely. Why was that kid "messing with you?" She cleared her throat and stood up straighter.
If she stood any straighter, she'd break. How I'd love to see it.
"Cause I-" I stopped. Should I lie? Say I slept with his girlfriend? Maybe I kissed his sister. Fuck. Maybe I should run upstairs and grab my runaway bag that I packed for when needed.
"Cause you what? Hm?"
"Cause I kissed his sister" the lie fell from my mouth like soda, fluidly.
Her eyes softened. Then drew back to their original fierce form. Maybe I said the right thing? I'll never know. My head was going to expl-
SMACK!
I froze, too stunned to move. She never hit before...
"Lying isn't helping you boy" for a woman who's supposed to be the face of "Reagan and Smith women's clothing" she's acting like a brute, of course I'd never tell her that.
"Wh- what do you mean?" My head still turned to the side, fearing if I look at her, I'll get more than just a few slaps.
"Wh- what do you mean. Look at you stuttering like a fucking bitch. Honestly, I wish I had another son, one who took his beatings... like a man"
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Obsequious (boyxboy)
Fiksi Remaja(adj.) excessively compliant or submissive •●•●•●•●•●• Tobias Reagan always had a crush on D'Marcus Clarke. He liked the way they talked, the way they thought, hell, he even liked the way they walked. It pained him to realize that D'Marcus would nev...
