I dare you | Tommy Eaton

⇨ my friends and i have problems↵

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F O U R pairs of brown eyes looked at me with curiosity. I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground, pulling my shirt down. "My dad...he was abusive."

"Arent they al-" Farraday started but i glared at him.

Then i giggled. "Typical. Abusive obviously means hitting, but for girls? Its a whole other story. He was physically abusive, but in a sexual way," Davey's mouth popped open in an O shape. "And like i said before, he was horny. He would make sexual jokes about me, with me," I sighed and looked at all of them. Eats was the only one unfazed. "He would...touch me," i muttered, looking down at the ground. "I-He would touch me in the boobs-which is why i hit you, Eats. Its reflex, someone touches and I punch them," Eats looked up at me, piercing me with his brown, angry eyes. "I don't really want to go into detail about what he does other than that he grabs my chest alot, and he slides his hands up and down my legs and when i hug him, he puts his lips on my neck," i cringed, rubbing my neck. I looked out the window.

"If i ever had my legs open in anyway he would look, he would spank me... but that all I'm going to say," I looked back, making eye contact with Eats.

"Maybe you could tell me in detail sometime what he does to you and if you like it or not," Eats smirked and winked at me. I clenched my fists, wanting to hit him again. I bent down and grabbed my flashlight on the floor and glared at Eats.

It wasn't even an angry glare, it was a calm glare. "It was fun, telling you my life story. Don't tell anyone, I'll see you losers... how about never again?" I snapped, and walked over to the exit.

"Dee," Farraday called out. "I'm coming with you," He looked back at his friends. "I should probably get home before my mom has a fit." I nodded and Farraday climbed down the ladder.

"Yeah, I should go home and help my mom," Woody sighed, standing up too. That left Eats, Davey and I.

I looked at Eats. "Stop joking around about me like that, if you want to keep your pretty face then you best stay away from me," i growled and climbed down the stairs.

"Did she say pretty face?" I heard Eats ask in surprise from in the treehouse.

I turned to Farraday. "Ready?" He nodded and we both turned on our flashlights and walked in the opposite direction of Woody but I stopped. "I live right here," i sighed, looking up at Farraday. "But you knew that I could get home fine since i live right here. So why did you say you wanted to walk me home?"

Farraday stopped and looked at me. "I was hoping we could walk and talk but i guess standing if fine too," he sighed. I raised my eyebrows for him to continue. "I have to apologize for Eats's behavior.".

I shrugged. "Its fine, I'm used to it."

Farraday groaned and looked up at the sky and back down to me. "That's the issue. Its just, its horrible the way your father treats you! And you finally get out of the house and suddenly your back to same behavior. I felt almost embarrassed," He put his hands up to his hair. "Those type of things destroy me, they keep me up at night. I can just imagine your father touching you as he kisses you goodbye for school and you come out of the house and go to school and Eats is there touching you as you sit next to him at the lunch table. Or some stupid shit like that, i can just feel your pain. And... i just want you to know that I will try to control Eats," Farraday took a deep breath. "I feel like i can closer to him than most people, that he opens up to me more than Davey and Woody. And that ANY time you feel like your home life is too terrible..." He looked up at me. "I can hear your parents aruging louder than Eats's parents... And I'm sorry."