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FOURTEEN | FEAR

Flashback chapter. Bex isn't in it obviously, but it reveals Chris's past so I don't recommend skipping. Also; Jaymes Young's music is ear sex

Warning; extreme homophobia and mild sexual assault

Dark Star by Jaymes Young

CHRIS

He was the only person that was ever there for me. He was the only one that ever cared, and then it changed so drastically.

He was the one that made me laugh; that made me smile endlessly. He was my dad. He watched me grow up, he took care of me when my mother was too sick to, or when my sister was too fucking stubborn to do anything.

He was the one that took me places. He was the one that would spend all of his money just to make me happy, even if he needed the money. He only wanted to see me happy.

There was favoritism in the family, and with my sister, I was his 'little girl' and I thought I always would be.

Then one day; he found out something he never wanted to find out. He became religious; too religious. It got to the point where it would scare us.

That's when it happened. My secret got leaked to the entire family. I was a lesbian. When he found out, it was when he had first turned to be the most religious he could be.

He looked at me like I butchered one hundred people in front of him, and he didn't say one word to me. He stopped spending all that money, he stopped watching me grow up, he stopped taking care of me. It all stopped.

I didn't care about it. I didn't need him. I only began to care when he started beating me almost everyday; telling me I would go to hell and rot. Where I belonged. I do belong in hell; and it's all because of him.

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"I can't believe you fucking... it's disgusting. It's the ugliest, grossest thing I've ever seen in my life! I come home to your worthless ass making out with a fucking girl!"

He was screaming at the top of his lungs, and I could see his veins. "Dad, please. It's not that big of a deal."

He shoved me against the wall, wrapping his hand around the collar of my shirt until his knuckles were white. He wasn't himself anymore. He truly frightened me.

"The devil has gotten ahold of my little girl," he mumbled, his voice in a sad tone, but his face only screamed anger.

"I don't care what I have to fucking do to change you back to normal, you fucking cunt," he spat.

He threw me against the counter, and my side collided roughly with the corner of the counter top. I shrieked, holding on tightly to where I knew would bruise in a matter of minutes.

"Stop!" I cried, but it didn't stop him. No one was home, mom and my sister often left to stay at a motel because they couldn't stand my father. They never took me. They thought I could cure him, but I think it's obvious he can't be cured.

"I would say I'm sorry but I don't care. No one fucking cares about you, Chrislyn."

I turned around abruptly, meeting his awful gaze. He grabbed me and picked me up like I was weightless, throwing me on the couch in the living room.

He held my arms down, getting on top of me, sitting on my arms. He things raping me will change.

"This will only make me more gay, you bastard! You dumb fucking bastard!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, struggling as hard as I could to escape him.

His fist collided with my face, taking me completely off guard. It hurt like hell, and I couldn't utter anything but a groan and a small cry. I was helpless. Useless.

I couldn't remember anything that was happening in the present time, I was taken back to all those times he punched me before. Slapped me. Pinned me against the wall and slammed my head so hard it would leave blood on the wall.

All the time he tried to stab me with a knife. All the times he told me he'd kill me. The time he kicked my girlfriend out of the house, and punching me in the jaw as soon as she left. Forcing me to break up with her, or he'd slit my throat.

All those times he held me down and cut my skin open with a knife.

I brought my arm out of his grasp, wrapping my hand around his face and pushing my thumb Into his eye.

I lost it, all those times he abused me. I wasn't the same because of him, I felt psychotic.

I felt his blood drip down on my arm, and I smirked in satisfaction. I flipped us over, straddling him.

He screamed in pain as I gauged his eye out with my bare hands, all while letting out blood curdling screams of anger, everything he ever did to me was coming to my head now, and it made me angry.

I wasn't finished. I left him there crying and clutching his eye, only for me to grab a knife. I returned to him, straddling him once again.

I lifted the knife in the air, lips pursed at him. "Feel my pain, bitch."

I stabbed him in the gut, and I loved the way he screamed in pain. It made me smile, and I twisted the knife in his flesh and ripped it out, stabbing it back into his upper stomach.

He cried out weakly as I continuously stabbed him every where with the very large kitchen knife, and I didn't stop.

I just kept on stabbing, even after he was long dead and suffering in hell, I kept stabbing. His blood was all over my body, covering my face and arms.

I stopped for a small moment, only to stab him once more, leaving the knife in his neck as I sat back, looking at the masterpiece in front of me.

It seemed like art to me. I left his body there limb, realizing that I wanted more.

I waited for my mom and sister to come home, and that's when I started another blood bath. My sister was the first I chose, grabbing her from her bed and slitting her throat ear to ear.

Then my mother. I watched her sleep peacefully, before stabbing her repeatedly just like I did with my father. Her blood splattered everywhere, and I had everything.

"Chrislyn, wha—" my mother tried, choking on her own blood. "I loved you," she mumbled, and then she was gone. I watched her die, and I didn't even care. I set the house on fire, and I sat back to watch it burn.

This is where it starts.

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CHRIS'S BACKSTORY TO WHY SHES PSYCHOTIC, finally! Poor Chris was normal and was getting abused. Her real name is Chrislyn but she changed it and moved to a different place and now goes by Chris. How smart lmao. It's clichè, I know, but who cares.

And yes, she actually burned the house. Geez Chris, chill out. THIS IS HOW DEEP I CAN GET WHEN WRITING OH MY LORD LMAOOO

Hope you enjoyed this chapter ♡