TW: drunk, abusive parents, self harm, and self doubt.
Ages:
Pony: 17
Curly: 18
*it's only them in the story! And also pony is the only child!*
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Pony's pov:
I heard my mom yell at my dad more and more. Beers bottles were slammed against the wall breaking. The house becoming more violent by the second.
I felt numb as I heard my dad stomp his way towards me getting louder each step. He kicks open the door and shows himself and I go pale.
His fist meets my body, and his keeps on punching and beating me senseless. He keeps on kicking me like I am some wild animal.
About half an hour or so he stops, I am in the corner whimpering and shaking. He stumbles out of my room and goes downstairs.
I looked in the mirror to see if I have any bruises on my face. I have a bruised cheek. That's all.
I slowly helped myself up and stumbled over to the closet and grab Curlys hoodie he gave me. Well I acquired it from him. It makes me feel safe. Than I grab my jeans and slowly put them on wincing softly whenever they touch my bruises.
I sighed and I climbed out my window and I left to go to the lot to go meet up with my boyfriend, curly.
I wondered through the lot and I sat down and got myself all cozy in a broken down car.
Curly doesn't know about my abuse. Thank god he doesn't. I don't know what he would do.
After a few hours of him not showing up I sighed and I couldn't help but have tears go down my face.
Just as I was about to get up I felt someone out there hands over my eyes.
"Guess?" I heard his charming voice and I smiled softly at this.
"Abraham Lincoln." I said sarcastically and I heard his soft chuckle.
"Very funny baby." I heard him speak and I could feel him roll his eyes at home.
"It is!" I stated. He chuckled at me and grinned.
He moved his hands away and turned me around to face him, and he kissed me on the lips roughly.
"I love you doll, it took forever to leave cause I forgot where we were supposed to met." He apologizes the best he can and I nodded my head.
"It's okay curls." I said while blushing lightly at him.
His warm face beams in the light. Making me blush a bit.
"Your hot when you blush." He told me and I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle and I blushed some more.
I felt his arm wrap around me protectively and him kissing my forehead. He is a lot taller than me so he has to bend down a bit to kiss me.
We were walking till we headed up to our spot. It's in the woods and once you go near the edge of a cliff almost and than you look over all of downtown Oklahoma.
We sat down near the edge and he was sitting down next to me and he was about to wrap his arm around me when I accidentally flinched.
He stopped and looked at me and I held my breath for a good second.
"Doll...did-did you think I was gonna hit you?" His voice was soft and gentle and curly shepherd was never soft.
"No-no! I am sorry!" I blurted out and I hid myself in my arms.
I wanted to curl up into a ball and just die on the spot.
He didn't look to sure and I could tell he was shocked and scared. And that didn't suit him. He doesn't deserve this. He deserves better.
I looked away and focused on the lights of downtown Oklahoma. The street light flashed above me and I heard curly gasp lightly.
I moved my head to see him look at me and he goes pale.
"Pony what the hell happened to you?! Why the hell do you have a bruise on your cheek! Who hurt you!" Curly yelled and grabbed my face gently and bringing it closer to him.
"Oh...umm this, I fell...yeah! I fell!" I lied through my teeth and curly raised one eye brow and still examining my face.
"Are you hurt anywhere else." He tells me and I shook my head no even though I am lying to him.
I am hurting every where, I just don't want to burden him anymore than I do now.
"No..." I spoke gently trying to avoid this conversation.
I hate lying to him, it's just that I want to protect him from knowing the truth. The truth of my parents abuse.
He gently grabbed my arm and moved up the sleeves. And before I can protests he looked at my arms.
"Pony doll..." his face was white as a ghost. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I broke.
I started sobbing and curly gently moved me into his lap. I started sobbing in his chest as he is rubbing my back gently.
"Shhh doll. Let's get you back." He spoke as he picked me up like I was nothing.
He carried me back to the car and set me down gently in the passengers side. He opened the door and set me down and rushed over and sat in the drivers seat.
We are in the parking lot and I am still in my seat crying and a total mess right now. And curly is just sitting there and looking off into space.
"How long...?" He speaks his voice is slowly breaking down. I slowly try and catch my breath and he is looking forward avoiding eye contact with me.
"How long—" he cut me off before I could finish my sentence.
"How long have you been self harming yourself?" He asked and I went pale. I slowly looked down ashamed and softly spoke.
"Three years..." my voice cracked and I couldn't looked at the ground and I couldn't speak.
I felt the car start up again and I couldn't believe this is happening. Curly isn't saying a word and not looking at me.
"It's okay...I know you probably don't want to be with someone like me..." I spoke softly and my heart broke saying that cause it's true.
Who would want to be with someone like me? My parents go at it on the daily, I self harm like a white girl having Starbucks. It's never gonna end.
"Pony doll! Your mine! Mine to me! I am ashamed I couldn't see this earlier." Curly looked down ashamed, and I couldn't help but start to tear up again.
"I-I am so sorry—" I started tearing up and the tears were slowly falling down my face.
"Don't you dare say you're sorry. It's okay pony. It's okay. I am gonna take better care of you." Curly spoke and drive off again and had his hand on my thigh.
At Curlys apartment:
Curly parked the car and I was about to open the door when he opened it for me and picked me up gently.
He carried me all the way to the door and opened it with me still in his hands. He climbed up the stairs still carrying me.
He set me down but my face was still in his chest and his left arm was wrapped around me keeping me safe.
"Your safe now doll. You are never going back to those drunks again." He whispers in my ear.
And I knew, he would always protect me, and he did. He kept his promise and now we are a happy family with our babies.
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Heyyyyy how are you guys doing this fine evening! I hope all is well!
And to never forget...
Stay gold!! Stay gold my doves!
