𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❴ 80s ❵

- 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑡

《 requested by : i think me 》
1st person
[ wc : 603 ]
( warning : self harm )

Two-Bit Matthews. What do you think when you hear that name? A funny guy that drinks too much. At least that's what most people think. I know everything that has to do with him. And he knows everything about me. At least that's what he thinks.

"Ugly, no good, son of a bitch!" My father yelled at me.

"You forgot lazy and disrespectful." My mother adds matter of factly.

"Oh and let's not forget fat, and retarded, and whore." I said. "Oh wait, I thought we were talking about you dad!" I yelled back. I'm putting my foot down this time. This has been going on for a long ass time and I'm tired of it.

"You little bitch!" My dad yelled.

"Be careful what you say dad, I think you're looking in a mirror." I knew my smart-ass mouth was going to get me in trouble and here I am paying the consequences.

The hard slap knocked me to the ground. I wanted to cry but that would only give them satisfaction.

"C'mon dad, hit me one more time. Right here." I said, gesturing to my unhurt cheek. "I'll call the cops this time."

"Ya know, Y/N, you say that a lot but you never do." My mom said.

"You know what, Barb, no one cares about your opinion. You know what people think of you? They think you're weak and you can't do anything by yourself. Go look in the mirror and figure out who you are!" I yelled to her. "And then you Phil. I swear to god the next time I get asked 'Aren't you the daughter of the drunk of the town?' I'm gonna start throwing punches. Do you know what your reputation is? How about you get out of the house for once and figure it out!" And with that, I left.

I'm sure people from across town could hear me but I didn't care. I went to the Dingo and headed straight into the bathroom. I grabbed my switch and brought it to my wrist. All the names they called me rang through my head. My knife pressed down on my scarred skin and I cried.

Apparently my sobs could be heard by the few that were listening but someone knocked.

"Hello? Are you ok?" A familiar voice asked.

"Two-Bit?" I hesitated

"Y/N? What's wrong? Let me in!" He started pounding against the door. I opened it forgetting about the fresh cuts. He looked me up and down. He saw my bruised face, then he saw my bleeding upper arm.

"What did you do?" He asked softly. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Because I'm an attention seeking bitch that deserves nothing." I said plainly. He grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up my wrist.

"Why would you say that? You're a beautiful girl." He said. "I want you to be my beautiful girl."

"What? Two, are you drunk?" I asked incredulously.

"No, I love you and I want to protect you from now on. Can you please trust me?" He gave me pleading eyes. His beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"I love you too Keith." I whispered. Cautiously, he moved closer and pressed his lips to mine.

"Let's get outta here."

"This restaurant, or this city?" I asked wearily.

"I can go anywhere, as long as I'm with you." He said and he put his forehead to mine.

"Let's go to Texas or something." I said, I wanted to leave this town. No where too far. I could never leave my boys, I just needed a change.

"I'll follow you."