A Girl Like Her. (LGBTQ+//TW, anorexia, self harm)

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Jupiter

           I held her in my arms as she shook. Skylar was crying, sobbing now. I pulled away a little and grabbed her shirt, folding it right side out and gently pulling it over her head. She was fragile. More fragile than I could have ever known. Skylar puts up one of the best fronts I have seen, she hides everything so well.
           "You're not supposed to be taking care o-of me, I-I was supposed to take care of y-you.." Skylar spoke between sobs, and I shook my head.
            "I do what feels right, and right now, what feels right is being here with you, taking care of you." I spoke softly, wiping her tears softly with my thumbs. And for the rest of the day, not bothering with classes. We sat there in a comfortable silence. Slowly her sobs started to seize and she was able to breath again. I wrapped my arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder. "It's okay." I whispered to her again.

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            Eventually we had to part, I hugged her tight and gave her my number for anything she needs. I checked the time and realized I was going to be home thirty minutes later than usual. I was so scared. I practically ran home only to see his car in the driveway.
            I walked up to the door and slowly opened it, only to hear sounds of pleasure echoing through the house.
Great, another one. Wonder how much she was.
     Is all I can think. Sighing as I close the door behind me I'm hoping he didn't hear it close over the moans, but of course he did. My father forcefully opened his door and walked to me, only with his boxers on and an evident boner. I already knew what came next, but I was still as afraid as ever. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to his room with the prostitute. My clothes were ripped off and I was thrown on his bed as she sat on my face, forcing me to give her pleasure as my father entered me like many times before. Let's just say it was a long night. Moans filled the house- defiently not mine - and tears were spilled. I was thrown back to my room and my clothes weren't very far after me. I walked to the bathroom shamefully and tried to wash the feeling of disgust away, but it wouldn't go away. It never does.

        Soon after I pulled out the scale, and weighed myself. I wasn't able to remember the number and I was too tired to check, all I knew is that it read 103.6 in bold numbers, and I sighed not wanting to deal with it. I try to put it to the back of my mind and walk across the hall: big mistake.
          "What the fuck are you doing? Trying to get clean? You're daddy's whore, you'll never be clean!" My father yelled at my and gave me a punch in the stomach. I buckled over in pain and that just earned my a slap to my face as he gripped my neck tightly."You're just like your mother. You're weak. You don't fight back. And you feel just the same in bed." I clawed at his hands, unable to breathe. He let go after another minute later and I gasped for my breath. I walked to my bed and all I remember is darkness.

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3:22 A.M.

      I wake up in a panic, unable to breathe and tangled in my blankets. Sound of heavy breathing fill the silent air and I feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest. Unable to fall back asleep shortly after, I grab my phone and realize I have a couple of missed texts from Skylar.  Fuck.

6 new messages.
12:00 A.M. Skylar: hey, I know it's late but I think I need help...
12:05 A.M. Skylar: no, I know I need help..
12:06 A.M. Skylar: please jupiter, I need you..
12:10 A.M. Skylar: I never ask for help but I'm dizzy, and there's blood everywhere..
12:20 A.M. Skylar: jupiter, please! I cant get get myself to call a hospital.
12:25 A.M. Skylar: what do I do?
10 missed calls.

         What do I do? Fuck. Ten missed calls. Fuck. I get up, and put clothes on and walk out of my house, not knowing where to go. I call her. Countless times, but can't get her to answer. I don't know what to do. I go to the hospital because that's the only place I know to go to. I run in there and ask the desk receptionist for Skylar Grant. She's not here. I lie too easily and say I'm family, a cousin and ask for an address. I guess I was convincing and I get her address from previous visits. I get out of there and book it to her house. It's twenty minutes away. Time. Time. Time. I don't seem to have enough of it. It's freezing out, and starting to drizzle, but that doesn't stop me.

A/n

I know it's really intense, and very...vulgar in this chapter, but that's the style I write in. I don't have boundaries and I don't stop at certain point. This book IS marked as mature so..I'm sorry if any of this was too much or triggering.