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Life At Home.......

Trigger Warning: Abuse
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~~~~~ Your POV~~~~~

It was late in the evening. You had stayed out for as long as you possibly could but the time had come. You were standing outside of your house for a few minutes before you actually decided to go in.

You open the door and you could already feel the mood of the house. You sigh as you enter and close the door. You take off your shoes slowly and start walking to your room.

"You're late."

You stop walking.

"Curfew is at 8:00, it's 9:45. What were you doing? Whoring yourself around again?", she says with no emotion in her voice, still looking at her magazine.

"I was out.", you say in a steady voice. You keep your head down, you already know she has on her fake neutral expression.

"People talk Y/n, I know what you do.", is all she says before she closes her magazine and looks at you.

"That doesn't mean those things are true.", you say lowly. She gets up and walks over to you.

"When you act like a prostitute it reflects badly on me as a mother."

You have never acted like a mother, you want to say but instead clench your fists.

"You know what to do.", she says.

You suck in a breath and go to grab the belt. You bring it back to her and take off your shirt and bra before leaning over a chair in the dining room. You hear her sigh behind you.

"You know Y/n, I bet if you weren't such a disappointment your father wouldn't have left us. We would have a better life and I wouldn't have to beat the sense into you.", she said before hitting you in the middle of your back with the belt.

You flinched in pain but didn't make a sound, too used to the feeling to give her the satisfaction of making noise.

"Wouldn't have to worry about you getting pregnant." Hit.

"Wouldn't have to provide for a pathetic," Hit.

"ungrateful," Hit.

"disobedient," Hit.

"disrespectful piece of shit like you." Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit.

You had tears in your eyes and were biting your lip to keep everything in. You knew what she was saying wasn't true but it never failed to hurt you more than the belt. The searing pain of leather slapping against your already scarred skin was nothing compared to having your mother tell you lies about yourself and breaking down the walls you had built to keep everyone out.

"That's enough.", she huffs, "That's enough for tonight. Clean up the kitchen and do the laundry. If you don't have a job the least you can do is pull your weight around this damn house. We both know you're not good enough to get into college so be grateful I'm letting you stay here.", she says with anger under her voice. She gives one last hit to your back before snapping her fingers. You automatically lift up your right arm to take the belt from her.

She drops it into your hand and you hear her walk away. As soon as you hear her door close you drop to your knees. You take a few shuddering breaths before wiping at your eyes and getting up to clean the kitchen.

By the time you had finished cleaning the kitchen, doing the laundry and answering your homework to the best of your ability, it was about 1 in the morning. You decided while you were up you might as well take a shower.

You went to the bathroom and took off the rest of your clothes. You didn't bother to put your shirt back on earlier, your back was sore and stung, the extra material wouldn't make it feel any better. You looked over your shoulder in the mirror and saw the red marks, some welts, scars from the previous times and a bit of bruising on your shoulder blades.

You shake your head and get under the water, shivering from how cold it was but relishing the way it soothes your back. You quickly wash everything and get out in record time. You wrap yourself in a towel before collapsing onto your bed.

You woke with a start. You looked at your alarm clock and saw that you had about 30 minutes to get ready. You started with makeup to hide your puffy eyes and tired appearance then brushed out your knotted, slightly damp hair. You quickly wrapped gauze around the area where your bra will be and put it on. Your shirt follows after and you check to make sure you can't see your back through it.

It's a good thing she went easy this time, you really couldn't afford to bleed through your white shirt.

It would ruin everything.

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Hello everyone! This is a bit of an emotional chapter but I'm not going to apologize for it. Things will start rolling for this story soon but until then you can check out my other stories! Let me know what you think and if there's anything you'd like to see!