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"now get on your knees and beg daddy to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days-"

"No! Get away from me!"

"Stupid little shit! Listen to me!"

"No! N-"

"Damnit. Should've listened to me."

~

Your friends joked around as you walked into aisles picking things from the shelf and placing them in the cart. Finn was pushing it as you picked the things from the shelf.

  "So...can we get this?" Jack asked and was holding a box of unknown cereal. You've never seen that kind anywhere.

  "No, Jack. That looks sketchy." You sigh and look back down at the list to see half of the items crossed off.

"And it isn't even on the list. Sorry, Jack." You said and showed Jack the list. He frowned before putting it back.

Everyone decided to help and it was faster. Now all of you were at the checkout and then the cashier looked at you with this dull look like they were done with everything.

  "Is that all?" The cashier asked and looked at you.

You looked at the foods and then remembered Charlie asking for some cake mix. You shook your head. "Ah, no..i'll be right back. I forgot something." You chuckled awkwardly and then walked away.

You quickly walked around the store to find the cake mix and eventually did. You grabbed chocolate cake mix and some frosting before turning back around. You suddenly dropped the cake mix and frosting to see two people staring at you.





"Mom?"





"Honey! It's so nice to see you!" The lady smiled as she walked towards you with her arms wide open. You took a step back and glared at her.

The anger built up inside you as you clenched your fists. She noticed and then stopped before putting her arms by her sides. Your eyes looked to see she was different. She didn't have that hourglass body shape anymore or pretty silky hair. She was different looking and had makeup caked on her face with a messy bun and some sweats.

Beside her was him. The man that forced himself on you. You growled before he walked closer. You took a step back and put your hand out.

"Don't." You growled before picking up the cake mix and frosting then trying to walk away.

"Honey!" Your mom called out and grabbed your wrist. You tried to yank your hand out of hers but it wouldn't budge but instead her hand got tighter and tighter around your wrists to the point it started to hurt.

"No! Stop! Get away-"

"Y/n?" Another voice interrupts and the three of you looked to see the curly headed boy staring at you trying to comprehend what was going on.

He noticed the tears swelling up in your eyes and your wrists being held back. He quickly got between you and your mother as he grabbed you.

"Don't call me honey. I'm not your fucking daughter anymore." You spat.

"But i gave birth to you."

"So? You didn't treat me like I was your daughter. You fucking kicked me out because i was suffering with my god damn disorder! You're no mother! You're just an emotional wreck that doesn't know what to do with her life." You spat and glared at her. Finn could feel you shaking so he rubbed your back to keep you calm.

"Hey! Don't speak to your mother that way, little shit!" Your dad growled and stepped towards you.

"Take one step closer and I swear to god I will fucking rip you apart." You threatened and glared at him. He stopped and you could see him gulp. The fact that he was scared of you, made you feel powerful. You loved it. You eventually were standing on your own now and was looking at the two.

"Not so tough now are you?" You asked and looked at your father.

"You're lucky we're in public or I would've fucked you up." He threatened.

"That's no way to talk to your daughter." Finn joined in and glared at your dad.

"Oh? Is your little boyfriend going to fight your battles for you? Psh..i always knew you weren't as tough as you thought." He continued to talk more and more before you could feel yourself clenching the frosting you had.

"And don't get me started on that night." He sighs and looked at you. Your mother was too busy looking down at her shoes too scared to say something.

"Don't you dare." You growled.

"Come and give me a kiss...daddy has missed that little p-" before you knew it, you chucked the frosting straight at his face. His head flew back and then you attacked him.

Soon enough you were on top of him punching him and screaming. Tears streamed down your face as you attacked him. Soon all your friends and other people were surrounding you. Finn was trying to pull you away but you weren't budging and just kept hitting the man over and over to the point blood started to stain your clothes, your fists, and the floor.

Eventually Finn and Wyatt pulled you off and you were looking at the man who laid on the floor. You thought you had killed him but he eventually started coughing.

"Burn in hell, rapist!" You screamed and your mother was at your father on her knees crying and looking at you. Then you saw it. That look in her eyes.

The fear in her eyes made you feel something. You couldn't explain it but you enjoyed it.

~

The thought of killing your parents was always in your head as a kid. You imagined different scenarios. When you turned thirteen you finally had a good reason to kill them. When he did those things to you..you could still remember the way he touched you and the things he whispered on your ear.

His reasoning was.."You look just like your mother when she was younger.." and that he couldn't resist you.

He eventually knocked you out when you wouldn't get on your knees. The next morning you woke up with the biggest headache ever. There was dry blood on your face as well. You kept it a secret for a few months and eventually told your mother. She didn't believe it at first but then she noticed the way he treated you.

It made her jealous that he was giving you more attention than anyone else. She wanted that attention. So...she kicked you out and blamed it on your disorder and your father. Natalia didn't even believe it. Natalia knew her mother well enough to know that she was saying and just didn't want to deal with Y/n anymore.

They were pathetic.

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