SURPRISE Lovertation8913 I LIED 😝
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•Reputation•
"Reputation get your fucking ass down here now" my mom's aggravating voice yelled at me from the living room at 9 o clock at night.
What did I do to upset her this time? I've just been in my room by myself all day.
"What was the one thing I told you to get done today while I was at work?" she hissed as I walked down the stairs.
"You didn't tell me to do anything. I haven't seen you all day. You left for work before I even woke up."
"Well, you should've known that I needed those dishes cleaned."
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"Don't talk back to your mother" my dad entered the house with yet another bottle of beer from the garage.
"I didn't know, I'm sorry" I pleaded with her, but she wasn't having it.
"You hear that, John? I told her to clean the dishes today and she didn't." my mom said to my dad.
"You never told me to! You just expected me to know that!"
"DONT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT US YOUNG LADY" my dad yelled in my face, stepping towards me, causing me to stumble backwards.
"She also decided that she isn't going back to school tomorrow. Little bitch thinks she makes choices for herself." My mom encouraged my dad to get even angrier at me.
"Because I'm sick, mom! I already told you that last night! Why do you think I didn't do the dishes today? I was in my room all day throwing up"
"Excuses, excuses" my dad said before pushing me, causing me to fall to the ground.
"Stop! I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You do everything wrong!" My mom yelled while my dad kicked me in the stomach.
"Dad I'm gonna throw up-"
"Throw up and you'll be in huge trouble"
"But I can't help it. I'm sick and you're kicking my stomach"
"Too fucking bad" he kicked me harder.
Shit. Please, no. If I throw up I'll get in so much trouble. Please...
My dad kicked me once more, right in the center of my stomach.
Shit.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU" my dad yelled as I projectile vomited on the kitchen floor.
About 30 seconds later, I finished puking and laid there on the floor defeatedly as my parents simply flipped me off and walked off to their bedroom.
I lied on the cold, tile kitchen floor for what seemed like ages before I finally mustered the strength to get up.
"Shit" I winced, clutching my stomach.
I carefully stepped over the pile of puke on the floor and headed back into my room, locking the door behind me.
With shaky hands, I lifted my shirt to see what kind of damage my dad had done.
It was already severely bruised.
"I swear to god if he gave me internal bleeding again...." I mutter to myself, remembering the last time my dad kicked me that hard in the stomach and I ended up in the hospital.
I decided to do the one thing that redirected my pain, and walked over to my desk.
Once I opened the drawer, I pulled out my favorite silver object and sat back down on my bed.
After double checking that my door was locked, I rolled up my sleeves and cut into my skin yet again.
About 15 minutes later of sobbing, dragging the blade through my arms and watching the cuts fill up with blood, I wiped off the blade with the sleeve of my hoodie and buried it back into my drawer before rolling my sleeves back down. It was likely that it would be taken out again within the next 24 hours.
I was about to sit back down on my bed, but another wave of nausea hit me as I raced to the bathroom.
"QUIET DOWN BITCH, NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOUR ATTENTION SEEKING GAGS" my mom screamed.
I just ignored her as I knelt over the toilet, grabbing my stomach as I puked for the 7th time today.
Eventually I got everything out of my system and I walked weakly back into my room before collapsing onto my bed.
I don't wanna go back tomorrow. I can't. School means bad grades, and bad grades mean I get hit. Or sometimes worse.
My mind swirled with anxiety as I thought about school and how my parents would react to me throughout the year, failing yet another test or missing yet another day.
Around 1 in the morning, I finally fell asleep.
I didn't stay asleep for long, waking up to another nightmare about how easy life used to be before my parents and everyone else in my life decided that they despised me.
The majority of the night, I just laid there, trying to come up with something to be happy about, somebody who loved me or something I could look forward to. I drew a blank.
A/N - rly short chapter ik but I've written like three chapters today between this story and my other one so forgive me🙏 i also wrote this in a span of about 30 minutes so it's probably not that good but like whatever guys
also i'm just gonna say it now, this story is gonna be rly angsty. you're welcome or im sorry (not sorry😋), depending on how you wanna look at it
