❤ Not Cute Enough ❤

🌙 Night 4 (More Tea)🌙

We continue to tea our cares away.

We sip, we drink, another from the alcohol collection.

Eeyore the donkey dances on the table, we always knew he had a fun side.

Fluffypaws and kitty are having at each other.

Oh y e s.

Another drink.

I scoot my seat.

Next to hers, where I really belong.

She stares at me with those eyes.

Bright eyes, pure prizes.

"You're invading the space of the high queen, unworthy peasant." She says to me.

"I want the head of the table, fuck you" is all she gets from me

"That's not nice! You're speaking foul words in the presence of a princess!" She freaks.

"That doesn't mean shit!" I taunt her.

"I'm telling my gramps!" She says, how childish.

"Telling him what?"

"That you got into his alcohol!"

"You did too, you dumb fuck!"

"I'm going to tell him to make you leave because you're a doody head!" She shrieks.

She darts up from her seat and makes for the stairs.

Annabelle will never accept growing up.

That means, to beat her.

I must treat her as if one were treating an unruly demon.

I get up and persue my target, I'm able to tackle her at the base of the stairs.

She almost gets away but realizes a holding on to her leg.

I hit her ass like I'm attempting to put my hand through it.

She may be stuck here, but her shouts of pain reach the top of the staircase.

No response from grandpa, she hasn't waken him up yet?

I lead to cover her mouth with my hand.

She chops down into my palm, her teeth cutting into my skin.

I give her read end more slaps, hard enough to hurt my hand.

She bites down more, getting my blood to flow into her mouth, I make a fist, sensing a punch straight to her backside with all the force I can manage.

She grunts loud, gagging my blood out onto the stairs.

A faint noise comes from her.

She's crying, I'll be in a great deal of trouble if her grandfather appears at the top of the stairs.

"I'm..sorry, I'll behave " I don't believe I hear her say that.

I move up a few steps and help her into a sitting postion.

"You're really sorry?" I ask her, hoping that I'm getting somewhere.

"I've been bad lately, terrible." She continues as the volume of her crying grows.

"I haven't made my bed lately, I haven't smiled in weeks and I've forgotten to check up on gramps, I don't remember when I was suppose to do that last."

She continues with the waterworks and I can't take anymore.

"I'll go check on the old man for you." I volunteer.