" Then what are you waiting for? You're a Serpent now, aren't you? Take what you want. Take this moment to make it something more."
//OR//
In which, a young girl is tired of being pushed around by her family, so she grows up.
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Chapter Nine: The Divine Break
"And your laugh was the beginning of the end. You captured my heart, and I was doomed." R.M. Drake
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"FP, I really don't think this is a good idea, can we please just go back to your place?" I beg him for the umpteenth time as we pull up to Thornhill.
"Hell no. What's the code for the gate?" He asks, reaching his hand out to enter the passcode on the keypad.
"1941." I sigh.
He enters it and the gates open with a loud creak.
"Why 1941?" He asks as we drive deeper into the pit of hell.
"It's when the Blossom syrup factory opened." I shrug
"Of course it is."
He pulls up to the front door and hops out of the truck, leaving it running.
I quickly jump out and follow behind him, truly scared.
He beats on the door loudly, making me jump.
My dad opens the door and I cower behind FP more.
"What do you want, FP?" He asks, already tired of the conversation.
"I want you to treat your daughters with some damn respect, Clifford. You don't beat your kids, dumbass." He raises his voice.
"What on earth are you talking about?" My dad scoffs.
"This," FP gently moves me beside me and shows him the bruise on my cheek.
"So?" He scoffs again.
"She's not my daughter anymore. She's a disgrace to this family. Between her sinful preferences and the fact she's one of the Southside Serpent sluts and now it seems she's become one of your whores. I don't need her tainting my family."
"You've got to be kidding me!" FP yells and I jump.
"But it seems you actually care about her, Forsythe." He smirks evilly.
"I thought your mom locked you in your room, Cheri." He looks at me and my breath hitches in my throat.
He grabs me violently and pulls me against him, holding my arms with one hand and my throat with the other.
I struggle against him, desperately trying to get away from him as tears run down my face.
"I wouldn't bother FP. She's used goods. Sloppy seconds no one wants." He says and FP goes to take a step closer when my dad tightens his grip.
"But if she means that much to you," He shrugs and throws me down on the ground roughly.
