Alexander

15

trigger warning

I speed walked home to avoid John. I didn't need his half asked apologies or his fake concern for my well being. Because I'm fine and he doesn't need to worry.

Because I'm fine. I'm okay.

I unlocked the front door, quietly closing it and locking it behind me. I tried to make it upstairs without a board creaking, but of course the second to last one decided to give my presence away.

Shit.

I sprinted to my room, closing the door and locking it. I tossed my bag onto my bed and sat cross cross on the middle. I grabbed my stuffed fox from my dresser and hugged it. I sat there for a few quiet minutes, praying silent prayers.

"Alexandra, I heard you."

I squeezed the fox even tighter, not looking forward to today's episode of abusive legal guardian. I heard his footsteps along the hallway, getting louder as they neared my door. He jiggled the doorknob.

"Alexandra. Open the damn door."

I sighed, carefully getting up. I stuffed the fox plush under my bed, taking my bag off and setting it near my desk. I then headed to the door, hand reached out to unlock it.

"Open the goddamn door right now!"

I threw open the door, face to face with Peter. He threw himself onto me, attacking my neck. He kissed and bit and sucked all over, and I knew it would be impossible to cover tomorrow. He pushed me back onto my bed, still kissing my neck. He moved away after a few more minutes and took my sweatshirt off. He scoffed at the sight of my binder.

"You're a girl, Alexandra, stop pretending you aren't." He ripped it off, and slapped my bare stomach. He punched and pinched and beat up the exposed area, blue and black bruises scattered everywhere.

He pulled my pants down, smirking to himself.

"Be a good girl tonight, Alexandra, and you won't face punishment tomorrow."

And that started the newest episode of My Abusive Legal Guardian.