DAMAGED

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

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the type of kisses where teeth collide
when she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby
those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes
their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she's walking by

Kassie's POV

We got to my house after about 15 minutes of Wolf going in the wrong directions and getting us lost and frustrated.

"So, who do you live here with?" He asked as he opened the car door for me.

"My adoptive dad, Jarett, and adoptive sister, Tuvi. My parents passed away a few years back," I responded, my voice cracking towards the end.

"Oh, shit," he looked at me. "I'm sorry for asking, Kas."

I got out the keys and opened the house door.

"Let's go," I said.

Wolf closed the door behind us and I led him upstairs.

"Kassie!" My sister, Tuvi, yelled, running up to hug me. She looked at Wolf and then at me. "Who's he?"

I realized both of them were looking at me, wanting to hear what I was going to say.

"This is Wolf. He's my friend."

"Your name is Wolf?" Tuvi giggled.

"Your name is Tuvi?" He mocked.

"Touché," Tuvi said before whispering, "I like him. Keep him."

I laughed as the hyper 9-year-old ran to her room.

We walked into my room and put down our things, sighing tiredly.

"You know what happened to me in art," he said finally, after a while of silence.

"Yeah."

"I'm going to tell you because I have a feeling that I can trust you. I haven't told anyone. Just don't freak out."

"Okay."

"I got a flashback because I have abusive parents. It fucking sucks."

He scanned my eyes, looking for a reaction.

"How have you managed to live with that? Can't you call the police?"

"It's a lot more complicated than that. Anyways, it doesn't matter 'cause in one year I'll be out of that house."

This explains so much.

"So...Should we get started on the art project?" I asked with uncertainty after a few minutes.

"I guess."

He just told me something really personal and I'm acting like I don't care...

"No, I do care!" I blurted out in controversy to my thoughts.

He looked at me with confusion sewn on his features.

"I mean...It's not like I don't care, it's just that I-" I started, but he walked over to where I was and interrupted me.

"Forget it, baby. Let's work on the project."