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- Communication -

— Communication —

–Y/N Pov–

(This will contain very sensitive topics such as Physical and Emotional Abuse. Bad words, and Grammer. You have been warned. Take this seriously and enjoy.)

You were in a corner of your parents living room. Staring at the broken plate, that lays before you as you are slowly back away. Ignoring the sound of your own father screaming at you from across the room. Slowly your vision started to become foggy from the tears filling your eyes.

Your Dad took a step closer yelling in disapproval. "Why can't you do anything right?! This is the second plate you broke this week!" You looked up at him. Then you spoke. "But that's not fair! It was knocked out of my hands-" Before you could finish your sentence, he got up in your face and stated. "No, you don't get to speak back to me! We have talked about this, or maybe you need a reminder, with a good belt to your ass."

You hit the wall realizing that you had been stepping back this whole time, as your father grabbed the collar of your shirt. "You know how much I have provided for you, just for you to act up? You have poor grades, you don't clean. You are freaking sit in bed all day, with this that stupid phone of yours! Calling your so-called 'Friends.' Yeah, you know what, give me the damn thing." He demanded, before forcefully tapping you down, like they did at the airports. That was just one time though, when we went to visit grandma in New Hampshire before she had surgery. You were only 5 but you still distinctly remember it. That's when you realized how much you hated having any physical touch being performed on your body.

You feel your heart slightly rise, as you stare into your father's eyes. When he couldn't find my phone, he turned and stormed off to my room. You started freaking out. "Crap! Stop, you can't just go through my crap." He tried to block him, before he pushed you to the side. Causing you to stumble back. Hitting the wall as you catch yourself.

He then turned, grabbing your doorknob and opening your door, slamming it against the wall so hard that you swore that there was a bigger dent there than last time. You stumbled over to the door, realizing you fucked your leg up, when you landed on it.

Your eyes slowly widened as you stared at your dad. It was like it was in slow motion. As he grabbed your books, throwing them around, along with the fun drawing you had. Then the draws on your desk were broken, along with the doors, on your dress. You knew what it was like to be violated but this. This was different. You then turn to see him grab a stuffed animal that your Aunt Luna gave you before she got in an accident. A car accident, it was so bad that it was a closed casket. Her body apparently got light into flames, showing most of her flesh, since her skin was mainly gone.

You watched, as he angrily took it into his grasps and started strangling it and screaming at you for your phone. You ran, over falling on the ground as your leg slightly snapped. It snapped when your leg hit the corner on the wall, and bent half of your calf back. You cried not only because you just broke your leg, but also because he ripped her stuff bears head, clean off, as you screamed. "What the fuck?! That's the only thing I had left of her! You..." You couldn't continue as you watched the only thing you had. From the one person you care about the most. Get destroyed before your own eyes.

You had tears, but they were now streaming down your face. As you sobbed. They are burning got to you, from the corners of your eyes to the pain in your chest. It felt unbearable, you wanted to puke. That's when your face gets slapped in the other direction. Leaving your cheek red and causing a bruise to build up. "Get up now and clean yourself. Before I get even more pissed off by your presents." He then stormed out, dragging the stuffed animal behind him. Leaving the head, as some fluff fell out of the body itself.