Escape

Chapter three

TW: SA AND A WHOLE LOG OF OTHER STUFF

The first thing I decided to do was do  heavy black eyeliner around my eyes, then mascara that elongated my lashes unnaturally yet eerily beautiful.

I was probably going to get into a bar fight and my makeup would be ruined anyways.

The natural lipstick I chose forces my eyes to divert from everything else but my eyes.

Upon staring into my own cold reflection I saw an undeniable coldness which I feared, my mothers eyes stared back at me.

It may have been my own mirror, in my own room, but my skin peeled and I squirmed within seeing my body was made up of all of the people who reigned over my brother and I, seemingly tearing us apart little by little.

I wasn't even supposed to be in my house but I forgot my makeup and had to run back.

Suddenly my door opened and there stood my father with his belt in hand, ready to beat me.

"What are you doing looking like a whore?"  His guttural voice echoed off of the walls.

My body was no longer under control, and I managed to manoeuvre my way and have the old drunk topple over and the belt now being in my hands, and me having the ability to asphyxiate him at any given time.

"Get out of this house and never call me a whore again." I hissed with my eyes narrow and my voice bitter.

I looked into the wasted eyes of the man I called father and saw nothing but fear.

It was inevitable.

I had become ultra violent.

What drove me to become what I had at that moment I do not know.

My mother stood in the door frame and became mortified at the very gaze of mine.

"Go."

I only needed to speak one word before she ran out of the house and to God knows where with father.

The moment lasted less than a minute but the impact that moment had on my life was endless.

I stood there for a long time, realizing that the only bastardized thing was me.

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"Y/n! Hello? Are you alright?" Angela snapped her fingers in front of my face.

We were at some random house party on the wealthier side of the town and were partying away.

After the little incident Angela found me dazed and confused while holding a belt, then had to help me snap back to reality.

"Oh just peachy. I'm gonna get some water." I got up from the couch we sat at and shimmied my way to go and get some water.

I was minding my own business until I heard a familiar voice call my name.

To my horror, upon discovering the source I found Dean.

"Oh...Dean, I um...." My mind went blank while my words were fumbled.

Dean's eyes lit up as he scanned my body provocatively.

"So I take it you were looking for me? Being on my side of town all wrapped up like a present for me?" He wrapped his hands around my waist while I pried them off immediately.

"Why would you assume that?" I scornfully scoffed.

The antics of the day were enough, I decided and began walking away, leaving the conversation.