Project Fuckboy (girlxgirl)

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*still in flashback, near the end of summer. The pic is Carson, Daniella's brother.*

I have been hiding the clothes I've been buying from my parents for a majority of the summer. It's not really that difficult, I just have to immediately hang the clothes up in my closet. They never really come into my room, so them snooping isn't much of an issue.

Although today.... She found out

There I was putting some clothes into my closet when my mom suddenly slammed the door open.

"I'm gonna check to see if you have enough school clothes. Me and your father are leaving tomorrow for a little vacation, and we may get you clothes."

She said to me as she opened my closet. Fuck! I scrambled to her trying to block her sight, but she was already balls deep into my closet.

Her hands were scurrying through my closet, most likely confused as to what she found. Her face was forming into pure confusion as she observed every article of clothing in my closet.

After exploring the manly depths of my closet, she violently grabbed loads of clothing throwing them to the ground. My closet was being emptied out shirt by shirt, shorts by shorts.

"What the fuck are these boy clothes doing in here, Daniella? Are you a lesbian? A faggot? Huh? You piece of shit, I want all of these clothes out by the time me and your father get back from our trip. You here me? OUT!"

She screamed at me with angry tears coming out of her eyes. Her beautiful Christian daughter was turning into something her parents wanted nothing to do with.

That night, I cried in my bed, slowly putting my clothes back in the closet. Ryan tried calling me a few times, but I didn't feel like answering. Not today, not ever.

Every once in awhile my brother would walk by my door, whispering fag, faggot, lesbian, dyke, queer. Every word like a bullet to my heart. What the hell was wrong with me? No, what the hell was wrong with them?

I will not bow down to their beckoning orders. No way in hell in giving her the satisfaction.

No way in hell.

Flashback end.

My heart refused to stop going 1,000 mph, but I still had to go into the house. I still, no I needed to face my parents.

So, step by step, I made it to my front door. My hand shakily turns the knob and try my best to confidently walk in. I didn't want any of them to see my fear.

Now, after the day my mom found all my boy clothes, she decided to bring Carson along with them, in spite of me. So, my appearance will be a surprise to all of them.

My feet make it to the living room where I know they all will be, and my stomach immediately sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

Carson is sitting in the lounge chair, and my parents are laughing and giggling to each other. They all seem so happy, so happy to be free of me. Their shame filled disappointment of a daughter. Tears threaten to find themselves free from eyes, and refuse to let them go.

"Hey" I choke out, and all of their eyes pierce me. My brother looked about to burst into hysterics, my parents on the other hand, looked like they wanted to strangle me.

"You. Cut. Your. Hair?" My mom spits out at me, venom laced into her words. Every syllable cut into me like a knife, and I wanted to crawl into a ball and die.

"What the fuck did I say about those dreaded boy clothes? You're a fucking disgrace. Take those sinful clothes off right now." She screamed at me again, with the same, maybe more, malicious tone as last time.

Tears finally fell, stinging my red cheeks. I started to hiccup and gasp for air, and I didn't know what to do. My feet turned me around, following my mom's orders.

"No, you will be stripping in front of us. We want to see you didn't totally change your disgusting body." My dad finally spoke up with a terrifyingly creepy glint in his eye. What the fuck that's fucking disgusting. I always knew my dad was always a damn perv but this? And my mom is too dumb and dense to fucking realize his actual intentions so she agrees full heartedly.

My body was trembling, and I felt so fucking vulnerable. Ryan, please come and rescue me, please.

That thought ran through my mind a billion times, but I knew it would never become reality. Ryan was in the hospital, beaten to a pulp, because of fucking me.

Tears were dripping, and dripping from my chin as I slowly take off my flannel. Their eyes didn't take a second to leave the sight of me, and I was forced to keep going.

My pants fall to the ground with a deafening sound, and I start to wheeze.

What's left was my shirt, but I didn't want to expose my chest, I was too scared.

"Please, don't make me do-"

"Shut the fuck up, lesbo. Take your damn shirt off." My brother Carson say, interrupting my desperate plea.

I say nothing more and dreadfully take my shirt off. Leaving me just in my underwear and binder. I could feel my dad's eyes wandering my bare body, and my brother with him.

"Get that fucking thing off your chest, young lady." My mom screamed once more, but I would not expose my bare chest to these fucking animals.

I took one last glance at my horrible excuse for a family, and bolt for my room. I ran and ran, my mom's voice screaming at me to "get the hell back here you bitch"

But fuck that, they must be stupid if they think I'm gonna expose my boobs to their pealed eyes.

Hell-to-the-mother-fucking-no!

My door slams violently making an ear bleeding noise, and I run to my bed. My break down finally comes, and tears fall and never stops.

Why?

Why do my parents fucking care?

Why...

"Get your ass over here" I hear my dad's screaming while breaking my door open.

I screamed in fear, afraid at what he was going to do. I was still in my underwear and binder, so he could do anything with how exposed I was.

Slap

Slap

Slap

Punch

Kick

2 beatings in the course of 3 days, now that has to be a damn record. It hurt at first, but unlike the previous beating, he never stopped. Fun fact, when you're being hit senselessly, it becomes numb after awhile.

Very numb, and I'm starting to like this feeling.

Numb.

*AN* please bear with me. Things will soon start to look good for Daniella, but there will be several bumps in the road before a smooth drive. Also stay tuned, in a chapter or 2 there will be another a lovely new love interest for Daniella. What are your thoughts about Daniella's horrible family? VOTE *AN*