Call me baby

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Doors slamming, bottles breaking, me crying.

Daily reminders of fucked my life is,
to him things like that are nothing but little mistakes. The day I meet him I thought my life had changed for the better, damn was I wrong.

Shaking hands, wobbly knees, and tears streaming down my reddened cheeks. I'm sitting under the counter of the island in the middle of our kitchen, this is probably the 3 time today I have had to hide. I lift my palm that is slightly covered by the sleeve of my baby blue sweater, which is also covered in specks of blood from my nose.

I can hear faint foots steps throughout our worn out apartment, I can also here the leather of his belt being dragged around on the floor. I place my hand over my mouth to try and hide my sobbing, while tucking my knees closer to my chest.

"Kookie, come 'ere baby. I know you got into my cash while I was gone,..." I heard his quiet voice say, but he then paused and started yelling. "Now come out and get your punishment!" He screamed, it had echoed through our apartment. I started crying harder, 'I never touched daddy's cash' I had thought in my head.

"Kookie if you don't come out now I will be forced to use my big boy belt. You don't want that do you?" He giggled as he made his way to the kitchen. My eyes widen as his feet stoped right in my view, he lent down. "There you are brat," he laughed and gripped my hair. "get out from under there now!" He finished his sentence and yanked me out from under the island, I stood up only to be pushed down landing in front of our stove.

"Stop crying you little bitch." He smacked my tummy with his belt making me yelp. He grabbed the collar of my sweater pulling it over my head, he kicked my chest so I was laying on my back. Sprawled out on our kitchen floor, "Look at you, ready to except your punishment baby." He laughed and lent down, grabbing my chin and making me look him the eyes. "You shouldn't mess with daddy."

Time skip

Laying on the kitchen floor in nothing but booty shorts, covered in new bruises and blood. He started walking out of the kitchen wiping his belt down to get the blood off,

"Maybe you should know better than to touch my stuff, answer me."

I mustered up any energy I had left, "yes daddy,"

"Now who are you apologizing too?" He asked.

"I'm sorry Jimin."
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