When he's hurting he looks for weakness. He takes that hurt and passes it on to me. He is hurting, so he hurt others. He is damaged, so he damages others.
He is feeling pain, so he inflicts pain on others...on me.
After my mother died, my father has never been the same. It began with drinking, then he turned to drugs. And when all that didn't take away his pain, I turned into his punching bag.
It was a way for him to relieve his stress, so I don't mind too much. That is because I am his stress.
Or. I was his stress.
That makes it okay, doesn't it?
No baby, it doesn't.
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Baby Girl || One Direction
Fiksi PenggemarThe one where the girl gets the happy ending she deserves.
