knashing teeth and criminal tongues

::four::

They walked back home, with the safety of keys between their knuckles.

Olive never thought anything more of this practice, because her mother always did it when her father first left.

When she was 4, her mother got pregnant with twins. Her father and her mother had always seemed to be stuck like glue, and only left each others sides to go to work. One day, her mother realized that him staying late at work for a "project" had been going on longer than a project should take. For over a year, he had been seeing his co-worker, Gia, everyday after work. Her mother was crushed, and called for a divorce. She started drinking, and felt skittish. She only left the house with whatever sugar daddy she had at the time, or her kids and some keys between her fingers. After they realized her drinking patterns, her mothers siblings abandoned all contact, as well as her grandparents. She ended up losing the twins due to alcohol and trauma. He had ruined her life, and she couldn't stop because of it.

After thinking of that tragedy, she started tearing up and unlocked her hand from Ryan's.

"Olive, are you okay?"

"No, I'm not. I-I'm sorry." Olive choked, crying and falling to the ground.

Ryan sat down with her. She grabbed Olive's hand, and stared into her eyes, truly showing that she was listening.

"I'm just a fuck up. My mom's a drunk. My dad's a fucking idiot. It's just like the universe has put a curse on me, and I hate it."

"Olive Marie Peters, you are not a fuck up, nor are you the person your parents are. I want you to tell me all of the things you hate about yourself." Ryan barked.

Olive was hesitant, but gave in.

"Uh, o-okay. I'm too chubby. I have self harm scars all over my arms and legs. I like to drink, not as much as my mother, but just enough to get tipsy and not hungover. I have stretch marks, no jawline, freckles, and acne. My eyebrows are messy, and everything I do ends up smacking me in the face. I'm a virgin, and apparently not straight. My nose is crooked, as well as my teeth. My eyes are too small, I have big ears, and my lips are too thin. My hair is a mess, and overall, I'm just an ugly mess."

Olive started crying even harder.

"Why the fuck did you ask me that? You're an asshole." Olive shouted.

"This is why. You have fat. So does everyone else. I find tummies quite cute, and everyone has one, even body builders and people in magazines. Scars tell stories, and show people how strong you are. Have you ever seen an amputee who didn't have a story? No. You drink. Guess what, so does every other teenager who parties. You just do it for fun, and that's okay. You're not getting drunk, so it's okay. Stretch marks are cute little lightning bolts in your skin. You do have a jawline, it's just not very prominent, because not many people have super prominent jawlines, and neither do many females. Freckles, now that I can't say much about other than that they're extremely cute, like constellations. Same goes for acne, even though it's painful, it'll be gone in a few years I bet. Your eyebrows are beautifully big, and if I'm smacking you in the face, I'm happy to leave. So what if you're a virgin? You're waiting until you're ready, and that's okay. Also, who cares if you're not straight? Anyone who doesn't like it can eat my ass. Your nose is cute, and your teeth are too. Your eyes sparkle like no other, and your ears are adorable. If your lips weren't beautiful, how could I bite them and kiss them the way I do?
Your hair is cute, as well as you. I know that wasn't perfect, but you are. You're beautiful and you need to know that." Ryan ranted on and on about her beauty, and Olive's tears dried quickly.