My giant boyfriend //BL

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TW: abuse

We arrive at the restaurant and my mom and sister plaster their fake smiles back onto their faces. I say hi to my grandma and sit down. My uncle aunt and cousins are here too. I try not to stand out, only taking when spoken too. I think I'm doing well, but my mom thinks otherwise it seems. I waste five hours with family and try to stay awake.

In the car, it's dead silent. My sister is on her phone, and my mom just focuses on driving. Things change once we arrive home.  "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU LITTLE SHIT?!" My mom screamed. I stumble back a little. "W..what?" I say. She continues. "ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST, MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PARENT!" I try to speak, but am pushed to the couch by her, nails dug into my skin, as she begins beating me with a hanger. She doesn't stop until my arms are a shade of red with purple accents. "I ASKED YOU HERE, LETTING YOU
LIVE IN MY OWN HOUSE FOR TWO DAYS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU PAY ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" I start to cry, just a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" I say. She continued to pull my hair and beat multiple parts of my body, switching tools occasionally. By the end of it all, the only parts of my body not in bruises are my face, feet and my stomach. Everything else is destroyed. "WHY DID I EVEN GIVE BIRTH TO YOU?!" She screamed, stomping outside to get some fresh air. My sister walked in and laughed at my pitiful state. She pulled me by my arm like a rag doll and hit me with the hanger one last time, laughing. She and mom have always been like this. Not this bad normally, but it's okay. I just have to spend two days here. I've spent way longer enduring their abuse, I can handle two days.

I spent the first day lying in bed miserably. I was given time to clean up my bruises and rest. The second day; I spoke with family and did dumb shit acting like nothing happened. I was about to go home. Back to my secluded life.

I just stared at myself in the mirror. My body covered in bruises barley hidden by my black tank top. I feel empty is all. Like my life isn't worth living. "I'll leave." I tell myself. I arrive at the airport even earlier than I went to visit from home. I ate in the airport and went to my seat numbly. I didn't see Maria. She was staying for a week. My family "emergency" wasn't even real, just an excuse to abuse me. I can't wait to go home.