This is a genderswap, you just don't see enough of those around here
No sexual content warning for once. well I mean, there's sexual content for like two seconds, but still
No one requests one shits anymore and it makes me sad. I can't think of fluffy things on my own. Request smut, fluff, genderbends, pastel and punk, anything!
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💦Victoria's Pov💦
A tear rolls down my cheek as I flip to the next page, holding the bear that Kelli got me close to my chest. I whimper quietly when I come across a particular picture, which was taken a few weeks before dad's death.
It was eleven year old me on his shoulders, my mother next to us as we all smiled for the picture. I had on a zebra hat with the little paws, since we were at the zoo, and dad was holding my hands tightly.
"I miss you so much." I whisper, breaking the silence in the empty room. My tears drip onto the picture, so I wipe them off and give the picture a kiss, God I sound so stupid. I quickly close the album and slide it under the bed when my door opens, and I look up to meet the eyes of my step father, Richard.
"Your mom will be home soon. We are going on a cruise for Valentines day and it starts tomorrow." He says simply, fixing the collar on his shirt.
"Okay, I'll pack my stuff." I say quietly, pulling my covers back and wiping my cheeks discretely.
"Did I say you're coming? No. By we I meant me and your mom. You're old enough to stay home alone." He says in his stupid arragont voice. I look up at him frantically.
"What, you can't. Please, I-" He cuts me off with a chuckle, shaking his head slowly.
"I can do anything I want, princess. I run this house." He grunts out menacingly, but I am having none of that. I get up and quickly make my way to him.
"No, you don't understand Richard, I ne-" He cuts me off again, but this time not with a chuckle. I cry out as his rough palm makes contact with my cheek, my head flinging back at the force. I stumble back and hold my cheek, keeping my eyes focused on the floor so he can't see me start to cry again.
"Don't you ever back talk to me like that again, that was very disrespectful. And look at me when I'm talking to you." He roughly grips my chin and forces me to look at him, only smirking when he sees the tears blurring my vision.
"Stop being so sensitive, and cover up that bruise when it's done developing. If your mom sees it I'll make sure you look ten times worse." He threatens, before walking out of my room.
I throw my middle fingers up in the direction of my door, pulling my hair afterwards. I sometimes wish I could just tell my mom, but he makes her happy, I don't want to ruin that.
He doesn't understand, I need to be with my mom during my birthday. I used to have my dad and mom with me for every birthday and now that dad is gone, she's all I have. I don't want to stop her from having fun, though.
I miss my dad so much. He died in a fire at the company he worked at when I was nearly twelve. In fact, I later found out that he was working overtime to get enough money for my present for my birthday, which was going to Disney Land. Sometimes I blame myself, but I know he wouldn't want me to do that.
