Blessed (gxg)✔️

27. Trustfall

"Stop crying!" Mom shouts while gripping my hair.

"I'm trying! I'm trying!" I hiccup and whine, pulling her fingers so she would let go.

"This bitch thinks she can talk..." she scoffs and starts pulling me towards the bathroom.

"No! Mommy please! I'm sorry!"

"Shut up already!" She says before turning on the shower and turning my face to the mirror. But before the usual routine of badgering, she stick my head under the cold water and redirects my attention to the mirror while I cough and sniffle, my snot and tears nearly drowning me further.

"Look at yourself! Look how ugly you are when you cry! You think it's cute? It's not!" Says mom as she holds my head towards the mirror.

My face is contorted in a frown with tears streaming along my cheeks. Streaks and stains of long shed tears but no marks are on my face otherwise.

"What are you?!" She shouts.

"Ugly!" I cry back.

"Louder!"

"Im ugly! Im ugly! Please!"

"You wanna stop being ugly? Stop crying!" She finally lets go and I immediately place my hands in my hair, rubbing the sore spot beneath the wet hair.

All this because I asked if I could go on the class trip to the beach since I never been to one. Apparently, she had already paid for it so my asking was unnecessary and deserving of a beating.

"Now take a shower and get ready for your punishment." She states before leaving and slamming the door shut. Thankfully, the heat is on this time but overly so.

Very quickly, I get in and whine as the hot water burns my bruised back. I know the pain won't be anything compared to when she's done but I can't do anything about it. The steam makes me sweat but I don't dare touch the nozzle, rushing to finish up. When I'm done, mom is waiting with a belt and I pass out with new welts on the back of my thighs and lower back.

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"Fuck." I wake up with tears once again. Before I know it, a terrible feeling of nausea shoots through my body and I rush to stand, only for my legs to give out before I have the chance to take a step. I hit the floor with a thump and rub my lower back from the tenderness that seeped through my memories in my unconscious state. I hear Shawnee stir and move to stand again, on shaky legs.

Despite my delayed response, I manage to make it to the toilet before I spew my guts into it. I hold my hair back while coughing and each moment of strained retching leaves tears in my eyes, more so than earlier.

I wipe my face and wash my mouth when I'm done and sigh, looking at my reflection that still shows my tears. My mothers words ring in my ears, and sting my heart.

You're ugly! Everytime I see you cry I want to scream 'go away! Leave!' but you're always there! God! Just stop it! Disgusting bitch..

"Disgusting..." I murmur, rubbing my face and washing the last of the toothpaste out of my mouth.

I open the bathroom and see Niquey standing there while rubbing her eyes. I come to the conclusion she heard me from her room and came to check on me.

"You okay Tweena? Still sick?" She asks quietly and worriedly. I crouch down and shake my head, pulling her arms around my neck before standing with her. "Why you was thwowing up?" She lays her head on my shoulder.

"I'm just nauseous babygirl. Don't worry about me." I smile and carry her back to her room on weak knees, hearing Shawnee get up as I pass, then lay Niquey back in bed.