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Down The Toilet

Tai's pov :

All week I have been seeing black eyes and bruises on people I just saw a second ago. I'm starting to believe the rumor spread around school that Ana is going around beating anyone that crosses my path that i heard about in the locker room after physical education.

 My problem is,if its the truth I don't like it. if the rumor is true, I feel disappointed. She knows I hate violence as a resolution and its already bad enough that people know about what happened between us right after a big fight broke out. I admit that I personally wanted to join in but I was so conflicted that I didn't even know what to do.

Not only that but she was getting hurt. i mean of course way less then the other girl who was barely laying a finger on her but still. i hate to see her in these kinds of situations.

i let out a sigh of frustration as i was already tempted to find a way to speak to her then i suddenly remembered that i should be mad right now.

"Tai. Get downstairs and eat" my mom barked at me from the entrance to my doorway.

That same day that the issue went down, I was sentenced to no phone, no laptop, no friends over, no going anywhere else but school and home, and yes ladies and gentlemen, no door.

 I was no longer trusted with any kind of privacy and independence. Like what am I gonna do? Sneak a girl from my window into my closet? C'mon. I'm still surprised that they didn't bar my windows. still surprised i am not being given chores but really i know its because they dont want to look at me. 

this makes me kind of upset because it hurts to know that your parents do not even want to acknowledge your existence but if this is how things are going to be i would rather act as though i am living by myself for how ever long that they feel like being all bothered and unfair about it.

I made my way downstairs still wearing my school uniform because I didn't exactly feel up to changing when I got home like usual all week. My heart felt heavy and I felt like I lacked air. Enough said.

When I reached the table I sat down in my usual spot suddenly remembering that I needed to make my own plate because there isn't going to be anyone in this household anytime soon that was going to make one for me.

I went to the kitchen and received another dose of a slap in the face by reality as i saw that i was left with the dry parts of the chicken and a bit of the crusty parts of the left over side dishes. holding back tears i went and sat back down at my seat at the table and made every effort that i could to make as little noise as possible.

i put my hands up to say grace and a scoff was heard coming from the direction of my dad and my frown immediately deepened. one solitary tear escaped my eye as i realized that our god does not approve of my entire being and quickly slinked my hands away from the table.

After a few bites of dry my food and sips of water that was no type of appetizing. I excused myself from the table even though i knew i would be ignored and made my way upstairs back to my unlocked room as quietly as i could.

I laid down for a little while hoping I did not have to get up again but like this entire week. I kept getting disappointed. Up I went from the bed shaking slightly and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door, I put up my hair and down the toilet it all went. my food, my spirit and my strength i need to continue in this mess i find myself in.