― "What if I told you to kiss me here, right now?"
"I would take the offer and smash my lips onto yours."
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WARNING: This chapter contains mature content such as, Abuse, Alcohol, Drugs, and many more.
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Marae's Point of View
Steve pulls up to my house, the house filled with secrets only certain people in Hawkins know. I get out of his car noticing the familiar car in the driveway, mom and dad are home.
"Hey are you sure you don't want me to wait out here just in case?" Steve asks as he rolls down his window, noticing the car in the driveway.
"No I can handle him myself Steve, I really don't want you getting into this." I say waving goodbye to steve and heading to the back door. As I head to the back door I see the kitchen light on and my dad sitting at the table. I walk in the door, he looks over at me and I almost flinch as he does, his eyes are bloodshot.
"What were you doing out there Marae?" He asks his voice raspy as he gets up from the chair, I take a deep shaky breathe.
"I was hanging out with Steve Harrington." I say as I sigh heavily, he gets close to my face and I turn my head to the side.
"Did I say you could go out there with him tonight?" He asks this and I can smell the liquor on his breathe, mom must have gone out.
"No but you weren't home-" Slap. A hard slap right against my cheek, I fall backwards and I fell my cheek. It stings.
"You do not talk back to me!" He says this backing my up against the wall. I get scared as what he is going to do to me next.
"Yes sir." I say shyly as he looks me down from his spot. He slaps me again, and this time I cry out in pain.
"God damnit Marae shut up, you are just this worthless piece of shit. You were such a mistake to this family, being all gothic. Not in any sport, you should be as good as your brother but you're not." He says this and hot tears stream down my face. All I'm doing right now is standing in my stop, grounded. I couldn't move, if I did I had a feeling he would slap me again. "Go up to your room until your mothers home." He backs off of me and I grab my bag from the ground running up the stairs tears running down my face. Why can't the sun of bitch die already.
I get up to my room slamming the door and locking it. I throw my bag down onto the ground and head straight over to my mirror, I look into to see my cheek already turning a small purple color. Tears come down my face faster, I open up my vanity drawer and grab out the blade.
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I open my door and walk to the bathroom swiftly. Shutting the door and locking it I turn on the light, I turn the shower on and take off my jean jacket exposing my bare wrists. The scars there from my old cuts, I start crying just thinking back to those times, now I am back to it. I take the blade in my hand and run it gentle against my skin, I try screaming but nothing comes out of my mouth as the blade hits my wrist and blood starts dripping out. I stop running it against my wrist deciding that's enough, I go into my cabinet blood dripping onto the white marble sink. Grabbing out the white paper towels and bandages. I apply pressure onto my wrist and wrap it, I take four paper towels and wipe up the blood on the floor and sink. Tears are still streaming down my face and I hear a car pulling into the driveway and it sounds exactly like Harry's. I panic in a hurry I grab a glass of water and unlock the bathroom door, I walk quickly out of the bathroom and straight to my room.
