Favorite crime : use me toh

CH.1 FUCKING LOVE and the prologue

Favorite crime : use me

By : Omegaverse and translate by : me in English

⚠️WARNING ⚠️

This story will revolve around the relationship of Amity and Lucia from a physically and emotionally fucked up aspect, I will try not to sweeten something that is clearly wrong and that sadly happens.

First they have to know that I am against all this, in fact I am one of those who firmly thinks that going out with someone underage when you are already an adult is something that worthily deserves jail.

That's precisely why I've written this story because I'm tired of people making it normal and even saying it's romantic. So I decided to write something raw that even an idiot like me feels heavy and guilty.

If you are ready to read this forward, be discreet, lie to the mother in the comments and show how you feel.

Now if you are a minor and someone much older wants to tell you the typical things of "You are very mature for your age" "You look bigger" "It will be a secret" let me tell you to run away from that person, block, stay away and even report. If you are going through this currently, you have to know that you can talk to me and I will try to help you as much as possible.

This will be fucking dark so I'm very sorry with all my heart.

Prologue

I hated her. She hated the loud music that seemed to yell at her that she was an idiot. She hated the taste of marijuana on her lips. I hated the bitterness in her palate every time the beer went down his throat. She hated to get dizzy between smoke, alcohol and neon lights. I hated her.

She hated her life, her brown hair, the color of her eyes, her body, her lips, her smile. She hated giving in with a rose after "she" had an attack of jealousy, she hated the pain of her hips after having sex. It made her feel dirty, sick, it caused her to gag and an alarming desire to fall asleep while "she" touched her and repeated that "she was a good girl."

But it was fine. Because at the bottom of all the drugs, the concerts until the early hours of the morning, the little respect she had for her when having sex, the pain in her legs, the pain in her heart, Amity knew that she loved her.

She loved her because every song was for her, because every fit of jealousy was the minor's fault, because while she was in her arms it seemed that nothing in the world could hurt her. And it was fine that way.

Amity didn't want something sweet, she didn't want rainbows and love poems, just someone who would allow her to stay by her side while her world fell apart, while her parents argued incessantly, while Edric and Emira escape every night from partying, while Amelia ignored her complete existence, while Lucia waits her every night outside her window ready to fulfill every whim.

Maybe she doesn't hate her so much. Maybe she even loves her even if it hurts so much that she wants to die, even if she feels dirty every time "she" demands that she calm her clothes, even if nothing is tender. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters when you just want to die.

Chapter 1: 1. Fucking love

A moan drowned between Lucia's lips, Amity had her eyes closed and clung tightly to Lucia's shoulders who couldn't help but smile noticing the fear in the body of the youngest Blight.