"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?"
Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
Dedicated to @frogchild CUZ LOVE YA BABY HONEY (see what I did there?)
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We lost track of time while we sat there. We were pretty much done with deciding which art forms we were going to do. Harry did most of the work and I tried my best to pretend that I did something.
It was getting dark outside by the time I realized how late it was. I jumped and quickly started packing my bag while harry lifted his gaze up from his expensive notebook and gave me a confused look.
"I really need to get going. It's getting dark and I should head back before sundown Harry. Thanks for inviting me over. I had fun" I quickly stated and ran out. My anxiety was striking back and I didn't know what do. Ricky couldn't be mad could he? He hates me.
It was a long walk back. It took me a whole hour to reach home and I was shivering uncontrollably because my thin jacket couldn't do shit to keep the cold out. I reached the front door and realized that the lights were on, meaning that Ricky was home. I tried to push the door open, but it was locked. Weird, because mum never locks the door before night-time. I knocked on the door two, three times.
"MUM?" I shouted. No one responded. Then I heard movement inside and my breath stopped. This happened once before. My whole body started shaking, the cold only making it worse. I knew there was a spare key beneath one of the flower pots in the driveway. I quickly grabbed the spare key with my shaking hands when I heard a feminine scream from inside and my doubts were instantly confirmed. I missed the keyhole 3 times before I got my shit together and unlocked the door.
My feet followed the screams and I was soon standing in from of my parent's room. I kicked it open and the scene in front of me was oh so familiar. There was my dad, with his hand tight around my mother's throat and his hand in the air, ready to punch. Mom saw me and screamed to me for help and for a second I just stood there, like all the other times that this happens thinking if I should help her or not, because the moments when she laughed at me from a distance when he hit me came bouncing back But I knew I couldn't do that. Even though she hated me, deep down I knew I was all I had.
But a part of me wanted to follow Lottie's footsteps and just lock myself in my room, away from drama. But the pleading look in her eyes made me abandon the though as I jumped on Ricky's back, surprising him. But he got himself up quick and slapped me right across, getting back to beating her up.
Here's the thing about Ricky, he hit me in places where it wouldn't bruise and the pain would go away soon. I don't know what that was supposed to show but I knew for a fact that it wasn't okay, no matter how careful he was, I knew it was wrong.
I composed myself and grabbed Ricky's shoulders, dragging him out. I knew he was stronger than me but I tried, and soon he stopped struggling because he knew he'd take it out on me now.
"You dare to get in between me and your mother huh? She's nothing but a goddamn prostitute. That's what she acts like. HOW DARE YOU FUCKING STOP ME?!†Ricky shouted.
I wanted to scream back. I wanted to fight back but I couldn't. Hit after hit. Punch after punch. Words after words of insults just thrown straight at me, but I didn't do anything. Just stood there like the loser I am.
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