Don't Hug Me I'm Scared {Billie Eilish}

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A/N: was gonna wait to update tomorrow but since my dumbass accidentally clicked publish on one of my drafts and got yalls hopes up I guess imma go ahead and update now 💀

Trigger warning. Hella violence & mentions of rape. Also, a panic attack.

Worked hard on this chapter.

113. Enjoy.

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Dahlia's POV
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"That hurts! Get the fuck off me! Stop!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it, bitch!"

"Dude, get off me! You're fucking crazy, get the fuck—"

"I said shut the fuck up before somebody hears you and I get in trouble! If I get in trouble for this I'll fucking kill you, do you understand me?!"

"You're hurting me! You're psychotic I can't believe you're fucking doing this you lunatic! Get—Help! Somebody fucking help me! Please help me! Please!"

"You thought you were gonna get away with that fucking shit, bitch?! You need to learn your fucking place!"

"I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry, please, stop I—"

"You're a fucking idiot, Rufus! You're fucking stupid if you really thought that I was gonna stand there and let you fucking stick your two-inch dick in me!" I screamed as I yanked him up by his hair and slammed his face onto the floor yet again.

I pulled him up again and punched him in the nose as hard as I could before finally standing up and yanking on his hair once again. He was on his hands and knees, trying to keep up as I dragged him over to the sink, slammed his face against it with all my strength quite a few times, and then snatched the soap dispenser up. "I'm fucking sorry, Rufus, did that mace hurt your eyes? My bad! Why don't we wash them out, huh!?"

"Stop! I said I was sorry!" He screamed as I pried his eye open and squirted as much soap as I could into it. Not very much, since he wouldn't quit squirming, but it's the thought that counts.

"Let's rinse that out!" I laughed as I picked up the sprayer hose on the sink and turned the water on. I sprayed him as he desperately tried to get away from it, blindly crawling all along the dirty floor and slipping every other second as he did.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you not like that?! Maybe if you ask me to stop I will, right? Since that's how consent is supposed to work? Right?!" I screamed as I chased him around with it.

"Right! Right! Please—" He spit as the water got into his mouth. He crawled all the way into a stall and I let him. He tried to close the door, but I held it open and shoved him over to the toilet. "Fucking—Don't—"

I pushed his head into the toilet and pushed my hands against the walls as I used my foot to keep his head in there. "You fucking thought I was gonna let you do that to me?! Do you know who the fuck I am?! I'm Dahlia motherfucking Doe, why would you try me like that?! I'll be god fucking damned if I'm gonna let some little weasel named Rufus hurt me like that! My mama was a bitch, but she ain't raise one, I know that!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tried my hardest to keep his head in the toilet.