My Rules

chapter 1.5

Hey chickens of the universe!

Fleur here! (hey fleur!)

anyways as you can tell chapter 2 is updated like months ago!

But I dont like the way everything goes so fast!

so here I have a 1.5 chapter!

Tok tok

~editted

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I came home and before I opened the door I checked the time 6 P.M. Oh I'm fucked up. . Dad comes home at 5.45 P.M and if I'm not ready then with food for him I'm pretty mutch fucked up. I took a deep breath "here we go" I mumble to myself and open the door quickly closing it behind me running to the kitchen, grabbing the ingridients for past and-

someone was breathing in my neck as i stiffened at the smell of alcohol and my dad. He pushed me against the counter "why are you late?!" his breath hit my face as it was inches away from mine

"I-I" it was all I could bring out before his fist collided with my face, I whimper and I regretted immidietly as smashed me against the nearest wall and how mutch I wanted to cry, I coudnt. I promessed myself I woudnt. Crying is a sign of weakness, dad hates weakness.

"you are weak!" he screamed before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing my forehead against the wall. My breaths became heavier and my chest was heavily going up and down, up and down

"And do you know what we do with weak peaple? do you know, what strong peaple do with weak persons?!" he screamed in my face coming close to me

"y-you m-mak-make th-them st-strong" I said in a shakey voice as a creepy, I mean a REALLY creepy grin creeped up his face.

"and how do we do that?" he asked "how do we do that!?" he screamed slamming the back of my head against the wall as I bit my lip

dont cry, Martina. Dont cry or you're weak! You know you're weak! Dad is freaking right! He is always right! You are a mistake! You are a slut! You are weak and a bitch! you are a shame! It's a shame for him that you're his daughter! it's a shame that he let you live!

"y-you" my lip trilled as tears already came up in my eyes "t-take them" I finished as he stroke my cheek

"good" he said as his foot hit me as i fell on the ground letting out a scream of pain "it's that you have the great body of your mom that I keep you" he said and lifted me up at the collar to trow me over the couch on the floor as I heard a loud crack

"you're so useless!" he screamed before his foot meets my ribs

"you're a shame!"

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"you're a slut!"

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"you're a mistake!"

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"you're a shame!"

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he came down towering over me "and it's a shame you're my daughter" he got up again "get up" he said harsh "GET UP" i quickly got up, ignorring the burning pain from my ribs. "now get me my food!" I nod and rush to the kitchen getting his pasta ready

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Pain

that was the onlything I could feel this morning, just like every other morning. the word pain became something in my morning routine.(A/N I feel like I wrote deep shit here!) I slung my legs over the edge of the bed and groaned loud, clutching the aria of my ribs with my hands