Sanders Sides One Shots

REMILE ANGST

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Yeah...
The title says it all...
Oki byeeeeeeee
Tw: Alcohol, cigars, bleach, blood, shouting, body shaming, abuse, punishment.

Emile pov:
I entered the apartment, sighing as I looked around.
The creamy white walls had unknown stains on them, most of them looked like they had been bleached off, but refused to budge. Most of the floorboards were rotten, so a mouldy rug covered them... The rug also had bleached patches and stains on it. The once multicoloured rug now a sad, sorry mess. The sofa was no better, beer and other unknown stains all over it, it looked like it was bleached...  The stench was worse. It smelled like old blood, mold and the strong stench of beer.

Tears filled my eyes, and I put my bag on my back, cleaning up.

(Time skip brought to you by 2005's 'Just Like Heaven' starring Elizabeth Masterson and Reese Witherspoon)(It's been like an hour)

I sighed, looking around. It was tidier, but the stains remained...

I looked at my hands, willing myself not to scratch them, as I heard the familiar creak of the apartment complex's stairs.

Oh no...

He was home...

I quickly sat on a clean-ish corner of the couch, making it look like I was reading the whole time...

He came in...

I didn't dare make eye contact, I was too scared...

I heard him come around the corner of the couch, and I almost fell sideways as I felt a weight on my right.

"Hello pretty" a low, gruff voice grumbled in my ear.

"H-hello" I stuttered, uncomfortable at the closeness.

"Look at people when you talk to them" he grumbled, "I want to see your pretty face..."

"B-but I'm r-reading" I replied, sure I'd get into trouble...

"I SAID LOOK AT ME! AND STOP STUTTERING!" He roared into my ear, making me flinch away, "Sorry darling" he said, spitting out the word 'darling' like it was poison.

I looked him in the eye, and said with the confidence of a man who has his hand stuck in the cookie jar... In a cookie factory... With his pants down... And they're on fire~ "I'm not you're darling..." Hm, Cookies... "I'm gonna go get a cookie"

He grabbed my arm...
That was gonna leave a bruise...
"No cookies... And you are my darling... You know what I think? I think you're a fat, ugly, worthless piece of shit. You should be happy that I took you in, I was generous... I think you need a little discipline..."

I shuddered at that word... 'Dicipline'

He picked me up, taking me to near the door, then he dropped me on the floor. I got back up because I wanted to be able to defend myself.

He opened a bottle of beer. "You know what?"
"No." I said
"Ooh fiesty..." He said, having finished the bottle of beer. "I think you need a proper punishment, don't you?"

He opened another bottle of beer, downing it.

When I didn't answer in five seconds, he smashed his fist into the wall next to me. "I said... Don't you think. You need. A proper. Punishment?" He growled, his breath stinking of beer and cigars...

Ok so I was gonna do a whole oneshot but that wouldn't make sense because it was a whole book idea I had so yeah.
Hope you liked the taster of this book that will be out soon :)