(Going back in time to when they were in high school if you haven't read my books lore GO READ IT.)
⚠️WTE/TWS⚠️
SH, mentions of trauma, angst, mentions of SA, thoughts of death, ect.
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~skeppys POV~
On the couch with bad. Watching a movie. He fell asleep an hour ago, and it's one of those stupidly long movies.
My phone buzzes, it's my dad.
Fuck.
It reads, 'when will you be home.'
I don't want to go home.
My breathing gets faster, and I don't want to wake up bad. I slowly stand up and seperate my body from his, slow enough that he doesn't wake.
This is the perfect moment.
I look at him, and whisper to myself, "I'm sorry." Tears pricking in my eyes.
I walk to the kitchen, bads parents on another one of their trips.
I grab a pot from the cabinet, turning on the sink just enough to fill it quickly but not too loud to wake bad up.
I really don't want to wake him up.
I roll up my sleeves, and turn the tap off. I slowly bring it to the stove and turn it on high.
I don't know how much longer I can wait.
Bad would notice the cuts if I had any, but he won't notice this.
I stare at the text, accidentally leaving my dad on read. I decide to keep it that way and put my phone down on the kitchen table.
Suddenly, the waters boiling. I turn the stove off and bring it with me to the bathroom.
I slowly take my pants off, leaving my boxers on. I can get away with saying this is a rash if bad asks.
Standing in the bathtub, I take the pot and slowly pour the water on my legs.
I wasn't ready for how fucking bad that would hurt.
"Fuck!" I yelp, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth, in turn making all the water spill out, burning even worse.
Tears start falling and I quickly shove the pot into one of the cabinets incase bad comes in.
I keep the hand over my mouth and try to cry silently, as I sit on the edge of the tub, my feet soaking in the boiling water.
They're so numb, but I don't make an effort to move them.
My whole lower half past my thighs hurts, bad, but I just sit there and cry.
I can't go back to that house.
The memories of all the times he's hurt me run through my head, everything suddenly foggy.
Tears fall so quickly, and I can't control the sobs that keep coming out of me.
