"Good, you're back! Go make me some food I'm starving. Then after, go clean up your mess in the basement." I nod my headend go to the kitchen. Very submissive coward! I'm not a coward. I'm still too injury to get beat again. I'm not trying to die! Whatever.
I walk into the kitchen and decided to make chicken biscuits with a side of fries. Funny how to try to make sure he eats good, but not yourself. Whatever.
Once I'm finished, I set his plate on the table alongside his beer.
"The food is ready."
"Great, and make yourself a plate to. Also bring the food in here I want to watch a movie." I nod and do as told. He is actually letting you eat!... wait, what's the catch? I don't care, I'm just happy I can eat!
I bring him his food and drink, make my plate, and sit beside him. He has End Game on. We eat in silence and watch the movie.
"Now that is a good movie, right babe."
"Yes, wonderful." I truly to say with some enthusiasm.
Once we finished eating, he pulled us into a laying position with me on top of him. I didn't try to fight back.
He gets up and walk out the room. I stay laying on the sofa. Like I mentioned, I don't want to be hurt anymore. I'm tired of fighting. I just want the pain to stop. A tear slides down the side of my face. Then two. Then three. I silently cry while staring at the movie credits. I want everything to stop. Then tell someone girly, try, please. I can't.
Jimmy returns to the room and puts on another movie. He ignores my crying and lays with me again pulling me closer to his chest. He kiss my cheek and goes back to watch the movie.
After that movie I cleaned the kitchen and went to bed without that leech. When I woke up, I was angry. I mean, extremely angry. I don't know why, maybe I finally cracked. I quickly get up and get ready. As I rush down the stairs to the door, I'm pulled into the arms of the devil himself.
"What, no goodbye kiss?" I glare. I know I should be trying to stay on his good side to prevent him from hurting me more, but I just can't take this, this pain anymore. With as much strength I can muster up, I push him off of me.
"Go burn in hell you creep." With that I rush out the house to school. Good job! I wouldn't say that, I'm definitely getting my tail beat when I get back, and I'm in no shape for that. Then why fight back?! Cause I'm angry. I'm having one of those days at the worst time. Well at least you stood up for yourself.
It happens at least twice a month. It's from were I press down my emotions for too long that I end up self-destructing. I tend to just not care about the consequences of my actions and end up in lots of trouble. One time some years back when I was like this, I almost beaten a classmate to death.
They pulled me off of him, but if they hadn't, I would have not stopped. I just couldn't control myself. I had to go to juvenile detention for a month a speak to a therapist. I just told the lady what she wanted to her so they could let me go. I was put on meds, but since Jimmy never got me more, it's been harder to control myself. Today it will be impossible.
With my hood for my head I marched into the building. That reminds me, I need to get my hoodie back from the guys. Speak of them and they shall appear.
"Sup girly," Blake says, I ignore him and walk faster. They catch up.
"Hey, hey what's wrong?" Kevin ask standing I'm front of me. I glare at him.
"Move." I say in a low growling tone. He shakes his head no. I clench my hands into a fist.
"Kindness, talk to us." Can't you see I don't want to talk! Without think I swing at him. Luckily he dodges my fist at the last second.
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Why So Cruel
أدب المراهقينShe is a cold-hearted girl, yet it's not her fault. A foster child all her life, she has been treated in the worst of ways. Her anger-issues makes everyone want to stay away from her, but a couple of guys see past that. They try to become her frien...
