Hey guys, sorry about the cliffhanger. But I'm posting this chapter now, sooo....
And, BTW, this chapter and the last chapter were dedicated to dont_be_a_hippogriff, my fave Wattpad account and also the best TFIOS fanfic writer there is. Thanks Ronalf!
Also, these aren't typos, her dad is drunk 😂
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"Dawb... Whoo is.. Whoo the hell is... This?" He spoke with a slur.
"Daddy, this is Matt, remember? My boyfriend?" Maybe he'd remember. Maybe he wasn't that drunk.
"You... You don't huve... Uh... Boyfrieb..." He looked confused. I almost felt bad.
"Daddy..."
His confused expression grew angry. "Abd... Abd whuts he doin in ma... In ma house...?"
"Daddy, calm down..."
"Dawb! You bever... You bever asked meh about no boyfrieb!" He walked over to his closet.
"You beed a punishment, youbg lady."
He got out his belt. I knew what was coming. I was prepared for what was coming. It happened every year.
But why did it have to happen in front of Matt?
He lifted his belt... And it whipped into my skin.
I cringed as the first trickle of blood ran down my back. That's one new scar.
He lifted it again, and...
And nothing.
I heard the belt snap on to skin, but felt no pain, no blood.
I looked up.
"No." I breathed.
Matt stood before me, a new scar on his back too.
He took the blow.
"Move away, boy," my father growled.
"No." he breathed, hard angry breaths coming from him.
He struck him again.
"Move."
"No."
Thwack.
"Matt, stop!"
He looked into my eyes, held my face in his hands.
"You're worth it."
Thwack.
His body went limp.
I screamed.
I ran to him, hovered over him. I ignored my father's shouts and the many blows he delivered onto my back.
I picked him up, finding this inhuman strength I didn't know I possessed.
My father threatened and whipped and hit and cussed, but I ignored him.
I carried him out, his heart still beating but his wounds still seeping.
I ran. I ran to the one place I knew was safe.
The waterfall.
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