Vent Stories/Things

Hands.

(A/N Warning: I highly recommend that you read the description right now before reading this specific chapter. I did have second thoughts about posting this but hey, my vent book. My stuff. What else did you expect.

If you're looking at this and get worried then don't, I'm fine right now. I'm just venting out since I sometimes need to let stuff out like this since I get very angry or hurt about it and crap, I'm okay though)

"I got it!!" I scream out in a cheerful voice, chuckling as I tug on the blue dragon. Squeezing it and causing it to squeak as the small beagle tugs on it, her tail wagging in excitement while pulling herself back, staring deep into my eyes as mine cross her's.

"Don't pull too hard now!" An irritated voice calls out to me, causing me to slowly loosen my grip at tugging it, now gently pulling on the toy.

"Mangox!" The voice calls out to me again

Always knowing what that meant whenever I was called around dinner time, I call out back. Doing the best that I can to hide the irritation in my voice that wanted to escape from my throat. "Yes XxXx?"

"Could you go and get (....) and tell him that dinner is almost ready?"

"..Mhm!" I nod, getting up to my feet and dusting myself off.

While walking into the dark cold hallway, my shoulders slightly going up a bit out of fear...it was too dark in the hallway..I hate walking around it.

I sigh softly, flipping the switch to the hallway light on. Walking down the hallway, speeding up a bit past the pitch black bathroom so I don't have to take a glance.

As much as I hated always being called specifically to do this rather than anyone else doing it all the damn time and me only, I stop at the door that was at end of the hallway, placing my hand on the doorknob, opening it.

"(....)" I call out to the man sleeping in bed, only getting a soft groan as a response.

"Yes?" The voice mumbles out to me, slowly lifting his head up and looking back at me.

"XxXx said that dinner is almost ready and to come out." I respond in somewhat of an annoyed tone, trying to keep it polite and sweet.

"Okay."

I turn my back, closing the door behind me, wanting to hurry up and leave. But..

"Wait wait. Come here."

I stop for a moment, knowing what was going to happen next as I slowly turn myself back around to face him. He pats the other side of his bed, telling me to sit next to him real quickly.

I walk over to him and sit down, looking at him. "Wanna watch Tv with me?" I wanted to say no, but then I'd get asked why as I've tried many times before and had no excuse.

"...Sure." Is what my response was in a fake innocent tone. An ugly grin rises upon his face as he sits up, watching the Tv. I sit down on the bed and lay down, going as far away as I can on the other end and look at the Tv screen, my back facing away from him.

The bed creaks a bit, the cold air from the fan hitting against my skin as I lay there while he gets closer to me, the light blue blanket slowly being wrapped around me.

Heh. There was no escape this time after this part. I felt arms being wrapped around me, not normally, but tightly.

My head turns a bit, he was already fucking smiling at me. He leaned in and kissed me on my forehead, and then began kissing me on the cheek next to my ear, trailing down towards my neck and breathing softly against it.

Uncomfortable, I continue to look at the screen. "Just ignore it. It's all gonna be over soon." I think to myself.

"I Love You So Much..~" He whispers into my ear, his words ringing clear as day in my head..I felt my shorts being unbuttoned and unzipped along with my shirt slowly being lifted up.

I close my legs together tightly, feeling them being forced open a bit and a hand slide underneath my shorts and my undergarment. I wince softly from a painful feeling that began to arose throughout my entire body, trying to breathe quietly and not let out any yelps escape from my lips or cry out ow from the unbearable pain.

Just then, something grabbed onto my wrist a bit hard and a bit roughly. I let out a silenced yelp, feeling my hand being forced down...looking at a picture from my view.

It'll all be over soon...

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I look at my hands, shaking a bit as I slowly start to curl up into a ball under my blanket, making sure that my back was pressed against the back wall. The painful ache in my chest and the feeling of it being a bit weird to walk coming back to me. I slowly began to cry to myself, gritting my teeth as I feel myself about to scream out in anger, frustration, and sadness.

My hand slamming into the pillow as I bury my face into it, sobbing quietly.

My hands are dirty...