She is a 19 year old girl.
He is a 24 year old man.
She is a bubbly girl who talks a lot.
He is a rude man who could kill you with one look.
Luna Federici is a girl working in a small library with Mr. Hook. At home her father and her brother abuse h...
"NO! Please daddy stop! STOP! NO! I don't like this! PLEASE! Stop hurting me! IT HURTS A LOT! I'm pleading you to stop daddy! STOP! I don't like this! It hurts my body! IT HURTS! NO!"
Darkness... Panting... Sweating... A nightmare...
"Don't worry Luna it was just a bad dream.You have had plenty of those before.You have to get used to them.It's not real." I said trying to reassure myself. Unable to go back to sleep I quietly tried to go downstairs without waking up dad.
My brother was out of the house probably making love to some girl like he always does. My breath got caught up in my throat after finding my dad passed out on the couch. I don't know why i got scared. This was a normal day in my life.
-Get up in the morning
-Be as fast as I can so I can get out of the house before my dad finds me
-Go to school
-After school go to the library to help Mr.Hook
-Go home and find my dad passed out on the couch
-Get beaten up by him for waking him up
-Getting told to go and buy more alcohol
-Pass by "The bench"
-Get beaten up again for being late
-Crying my eyes out until i fall asleep
Repeat every single freaking day
After tiptoeing to the kitchen I drank a glass of water and quietly got back up to my room.
"What are you doing this late up?" Of course i woke my dad up.
"I just got thirsty." yeah... good one Luna
"What did I tell you about waking me up?" oh no...
"Not to?" I said to my dad not sure if the answer was right.
"Right. But you will still get punished for waking me up you little bitch! Want me to remind you again not to wake me up! You little whore! Have you learned nothing! You want me to punish you, you slut!"
"No, dad please!" I pleaded trying my best to get out of his trap.
"Oh you really messed it up little girl. HOW DARE YOU CALL ME DAD. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO CALL ME FUCKING DADDY!" He said pulling out his belt.
"I'm so sorry daddy, please don't do anything to me!"
"It's too late sweetheart, you can't fix things with just a one innocent "sorry". Now you have to suffer"
I was already crying and knowing it was too late to escape. His words were trapping me inside this household. "Shut up you little bitch!" The words that i heard more than my own name.
The words he said every time before knocking the life out of me.
The words that were just the beginning of something terrible every single time. The words that i disliked the most.
And with that the terror begin.
Now it was 7am and i have not slept since he woke up. I have not stopped crying since he did that. What did he do? I'll tell you.
•flashback• "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He said while beating me up with his belt. He drew his fist into my stomach. Then my rib. Then my face. And that's when i felt his ring cutting my skin just above my eyelid. It stung. But i have gotten used to it so it didn't hurt that much. Who am i kidding? It hurt every single time. But what hurt the most was his words. No, it wasn't his painful punches. It wasn't his painful spanks with the belt which were going towards my back. It was his words. His words that made me feel like I was useless for the 100th time. The exact words that made me bawl my eyes out every night. The words that used to be "I love you, Luna." But now they are just a memory.
I had zoned out but what put me back in reality was his leg punch towards my stomach. Which punch sent me flying to the wall and made a whole in the wall. That's when I knew I messed up bad time. With that he put out the knife. But at that point I was already numb. And right there and then he started cutting my arms, legs, back and stomach. Oh I can't lie it didn't hurt like a duck but the words that came out of his mouth hurt most than anything else.
"You are just as pathetic as your mother was. A crying little bitch that wouldn't shut the fuck up!" Hearing him talk about mamma like that made my heart break into a million pieces. I never would have thought he would ever talk about mamma like that. I mean he has never done it before. He would always blame me for her death but he would never say something like that. And that made me think. Did he used to abuse her too. Is this why and how she died. And with those thoughts ended the punches and cuts. •end of flashback•
Right now I was getting ready to go to the library to help Mr. Hook because it was a sunny day. And besides I didn't have school that day. I decided to wear a white skirt with a white blouse and a greenish/yellowish cardigan on top of it. •the outfit•
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I spent all night taking care of my cuts and crying. But of course there was no way the would heal in just a few hours so i put on a pair of leggings that matched my skin tone perfectly.
I have a lot and when I say a lot I mean hundreds of thousands of pairs of leggings just for those situations because i LOVE wearing skirts and dresses. In fact if I think about it I don't think I have more than five pairs of jeans. I just don't think they look that good on me.
No offence to the people liking them and wearing them. They are not just my cup of tea.
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