─ ❝ act viii ❞

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⎡ act viii - discipline ⎦

┊❝ I really like you on your knees ❞┊

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┊❝ I really like you on your knees ❞┊

── THE weekend finally came, and (Y/N) was grateful since it gave her two days away from Dylan's and Ian's torture while dually allowing her time to heal. It was no easy task cooling down and disinfecting her burns before bandaging them, even more so when having to do so with unsteady fingers and throbbing eyes due to crying so much. She didn't think she had ever cried so hard as she did then, the only event surpassing being her father informing her that her mother had abandoned them.

She grit her teeth at the thought.

After that day, everything had changed.

Her father practically became a stranger, and she no longer felt wanted in her own home.

Even before (Y/N)'s mother had left, both her and her father had tried to make her childhood somewhat normal. They gave her affection and discipline, love and time, but though she tried not to notice it, she could see the distance growing between her mother and father, along with how unhappy and estranged her mother seemed at times. So when she left, a part of (Y/N) knew this would happen, but another part was just a young girl begging for her mother to come back.

Letting out a sigh as she curled in her bed that evening to watch a show she had particularly been looking forward to watching, a ping from her phone distracted her from the screen.

Picking up the device, she instantly stilled.

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Text Message
Today 9:10 PM

Unknown: This is Ian. Come to this address.

Unknown: [ address ]

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She swallowed, unnerved.

What does he want?

She glanced at the time on her screen.

And why this late?

Another alert from her phone made her cast her gaze down, inhaling sharply at what she read.

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Text Message
Today 9:11 PM

Unknown: If you don't come and pretend you didn't read this message, you know what will happen to you, don't you?

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She gripped her phone tighter.

In hindsight, all she wanted to do was chuck the electronic halfway across the room, but she allowed her emotions to simmer before completely washing them away with deep breaths. After typing in Ian's name in correspondence with his number, she dragged herself out of bed to throw on a shirt and some sweats before climbing down the stairs. She had paused momentarily outside her dad's room, but decided not to bother him since he probably didn't care where she went anyways.

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