043 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

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tw: physical abuse, child abuse, blood, torture

tw: physical abuse, child abuse, blood, torture

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A sting pierced your cheek.

Ouch.

Then another one on the other cheek.

Ouch.

"Another fight? Seriously y/n you make an absolute disgrace to this family!" A loud voice spoke in front of you, his tone laced with anger.

You looked away from him, looking at the fireplace to distract yourself. The flames burnt fiercely, despite the fact they weren't living they looked brave.

Braver than you'll ever be.

You were snapped out your daze when another hard slap was sent to your face, a red mark staining your cheek.

"Look at me whilst I'm talking to you! Archons.. your so fucking disrespectful. Always staring at that bastard fucking fire whilst I'm trying to talk to you." His voice was loud, terrifying. Each hair on your body stood up and your figure tensed at each word he said.

He grabbed you by your collar, raising you up in the air so your feet couldn't stood the ground. You were now forced to make direct eye contact with him.

"I'm sick of this y/n! Sick of all these fucking fights you've been getting into, sick of how I am the one having to clean up your mess! Do you not understand how you make me look?"

Your heart was pumping out of your chest, each beat audible. Tears threatening to escape your eyes yet you wouldn't dare allow them to. You knew how this worked at this point. Crying only made it worse.

"Answer me!" His hand moved from the collar of your shirt to around your neck.

Your mouth was dry, and each word you attempted to say got caught in your throat.

"I-" was all you managed to say, your voice high pitched in fear.

"You what? Answer me! Quit fucking mumbling!"

You continued to stay silent, unable to speak, unable to think straight.

All you felt was,

Pure and utter fear.

Your anxiety went through the voice as your body was shaking in fear.

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