the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

hurt

okay so i've been working on this on and off since august and i knew i needed to finish it but i never knew how and i still don't so sorry it ends so abruptly

also this is now the longest thing i've ever written at 18000+ words so fun times

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trigger warning: physical and verbal abuse, rape, anorexia, attempted murder, suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety

Mitch had to leave soon. Lucy's school got out in an hour, and he was supposed to meet her teacher for their parent-teacher conference. Faintly, he could hear Tyler in his office, working on who knows what, so he had to be fast. Tyler got off for lunch in twenty minutes, and if Mitch didn't get out of there before then, he'd be late.

Mitch finally finished all the dishes except one. The table was already set with Tyler's food, everything else was already put away, all he had to do was finish this and slip away. He scrubbed as quickly as he could, but when he heard Tyler's feet thudding down the stairs, his heart fell. He was supposed to still have ten minutes. Why, of all days, did his boss have to let them break early today?

"Hi, baby," Tyler mumbled, wrapping his arms around Mitch from behind and mouthing at his neck. "Lunch smells good. I love it when you're my sexy little housewife."

Mitch barely managed to bite back a whimper as Tyler ground his hips against his ass. "I'm glad," he murmured back, his hands trembling harder as he slid the dish into the cupboard. "I, um, I have to go now."

Tyler lifted his head from Mitch's neck to meet his eyes. "What? Go where?"

Mitch's heart skipped a beat, but he reminded himself that he'd told Tyler about this meeting, he should be fine. "To Lucy's meeting. Remember? With her teacher."

The anger faded from Tyler's eyes, and Mitch relaxed. "Right. When does it start?"

"At two thirty." It was two o'clock now.

Tyler glanced at the clock, and his lips curled into a smirk. "We have time." He started to push Mitch down onto his knees, but Mitch stepped back away from him without thinking, his hands shaking harder.

"No, I have to go now. There will be traffic, and I don't want to give a bad first impression—"

It was evident Tyler wasn't listening. The anger had returned to his face. "Are you talking back to me?"

Panic rose in Mitch's chest when he realized what he'd done. "I- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up." Tyler slapped Mitch hard. "On your knees. I don't give a shit if you're late."

Meanwhile, Lucy sat at her table, swinging her legs as she hummed to herself. She was the only student left, alone in the room with her kindergarten teacher. "Mr. Hoying?"

"Hm?" He glanced up from his work with a smile.

"What time is it?" A whine had crept into Lucy's voice. "I'm bored. Where's Momma?"

"Uh..." Scott glanced at the time and frowned slightly when he saw it was a quarter till three. "I don't know. He should've been here fifteen minutes ago."

Lucy sighed dramatically and moved to the carpet so she could flop down on her back. "I'm booored," she repeated.

Scott chuckled and shook his head fondly. "Why don't you read something? I bet you can do it without help."