Little Mistakes

You Will Still Be Mine

Warning, I normally am bad at writing abuse (which is both a good and bad thing). PLEASE if you are in an abusive relationship or someone who is, please try to call for help. 911 is always a small call away, and me and I'm sure a lot of other people are here to help you.

In other words:

Abusive parents are a-holes

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The day Six came in from work just a few days after the doctor's visit was when she confessed what happened. It wasn't like she had a choice though.

It had been raining that day, her black hair wet and plastered to her face. She had forgotten her umbrella, and her hoodie was soaked from the rain water. She fumbled with her keys; but when she opened the door to her house, her mother's expensive perfume greeted her nose.

The waitress huffed to clear the scent from her nose, waving her hand to get the overly rich smell away so she could breath with out inhaling the toxic rose cloud.

"Hey, I'm home!" She called out, dropping her keys onto the small side table next to the door. The sound of footsteps made the young woman look up, seeing the other who she called mother.

Veronica, a much taller, thin woman with a face that reminded Six of a doll. She was beautiful, long black hair that was normally put up in a bun. Green eyes glinted in the lighting from the lamps, a dull leaf color with a ring of ivy.

"About time," she spoke, fixing the sleeve of her dress. Another thing that reminded Six of a doll was her mother's clothing; she was always dressed as a southern belle, puffy dress with simple coloring.

"Mama, don't be like that, Five had been working over time after an accident with the cash register. I tri-"

"Now, now, I won't hear of it. Now, do me a favor and fix me one of your honey apple pies, you know how I like them,"

"With or without the crust?" Six felt almost robotic as she asked the question, her body having grown used to it.

"No crust, can't stand how crunchy you get it. Nearly chipped a tooth last time from it," she said, walking to the kitchen. Six followed her, passing by her and walking to the fridge.

She set the ingredients down, grabbing the small jar of honey in the pantry and beginning to cut an apple. A faint smile made her way to her face.

'Just like the old times...' she thought, settling the fruit down as she got to work on the sugar, butter, and flour mixing. Two eggs, a tablespoon of raw honey, a stick of butter, a cup of flour and water, blended together to make sweet flavored dough.

Six spaced out as she worked, lost in her head as she worked diligently and quietly. Veronica sat at the breakfast bar, a simple and challenging smile on her face. A cup of coffee was settled in her hands.

"You remind me so much of your father. After all, he's the one who taught you everything," she started, running her thumb on the edge of her coffee.

The waitress froze at the words, a pain filled looked to her. Her father passed away when she was in her freshman year, busy helping the diner Six worked at. He was the one who taught her how to bake, the two always busy in the kitchen covered in flour, or snacking on freshly baked caramel marshmallow cookies he had made for her after school.

"You're father was talented man, an artist, singer, musician, baker... any person would have killed to have his abilities..." Veronica muttered, looking down at her cup.

"I don't know how you only took one thing after him. You could have had more talent then just baking."

Six didn't speak, still reminiscing of the time of her and her father. His sweet golden honey brown eyes, his large loving arms, the sweet vanilla scent that stained his cloths for a long time after she accidentally knocked over a bottle of extract.


"Hey, dad, can we make cookie and creme marshmallow pie for Two's birthday party?"

"Of course! I'll have to run to the store real quick to grab some Oreos. Double stuffed or Mega stuffed?"

"What about both?"

"That's my girl."


Six smiled softly, mixing the ingredients absent-minded.

"Imagine if you could sing like him. You could sing his special tune with me, the one he sung for us at our wedding."

The waitress looked up, blinking softly. "The sunshine one?"

"Yes, that one. The one that went... hmm hm hmm hm hmmmmm," she hummed quietly, gently swaying her head.

"Oh. Till the sun don't shine, you will still be mine," Six softly sang, her voice feathery soft and beautiful sounding.

Her mother grimaced, shaking her head. "Don't sing dear, you'll make my ears bleed," she said quickly. Six stopped, holding the glass bowl in her hands. She didn't speak, pouring the mixture into a pie tin.

"Sorry, I won't do it again," she mumbled. Setting the oven to pre-heat, she hopped onto the counter top of the island. "Do you think dad is still watching us?"

"Of course I believe that. I know he's watching over me, but I'm not fully sure about you," Veronica muttered, standing up and taking her coffee mug to the sink.

Six flinched a little. Maybe she was right, maybe her dad did stop watching over her... maybe that's why all of this started...

"Six, honey, are you alright?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah, mama, I'm fine," she replied, letting out a small sigh.

"Don't lie to me, you have dark circles under your eyes. Have you not been sleeping well?"

"Mama, I can assure you, I'm fine. I just haven't had much of a break-"

"I've already don't lie to me. Don't think I didn't notice the doctor's note that fell out of your bag the other day,"

"Doctor's not- wait, mama, I can explain," she started, getting down from the counter top. She rose her hands up to her chest, stepping back. Veronica didn't make any big differences besides taking a step forward, her hazel eyes having a glint in them that made Six freeze.

"You're sick, aren't you? Tell me," she ordered.

"Mama, I'm not sick, I'm fine, it's just-"

Veronica's hand rose, Six flinching and covering her face with her arms. She didn't have time to think, anxiety and fear taking over as adrenaline suddenly pumped through her veins.

"You're gonna be a grandmother!"

The world froze, like her words were a spell that stop time. She didn't speak, just kept her hands over her head. Her legs shook slightly, waiting for a hit. Veronica lowered her hand, a look of shock on her face.

"I'm... what?"

Six whimpered, feeling tears line her eyes. "I... I'm having a baby. You're gonna be a grandmother," she answered weakly. Her voice shook with fear, not looking at the other in fear of seeing the moment the embers of her rage ignited.

"Who is the father?" Veronica asked bluntly, her voice holding no emotions as she spoke.

Six didn't know how to answer, just held her head low as she mumbled under her breath, "I don't know."

Her mother didn't say a word, just straightened out her dress slightly. "I will allow you to stay until you are ready to leave. If anyone asks, the father died in a car crash. I can't have the whole neighborhood know I raised a simple minded whore."

Six flinched at the statement, a tear sliding down her cheek onto the floor. That's what her mother saw her as now? The waitress watched the older woman walk away, her dress bouncing slightly with each step.

The waitress stayed in the kitchen for a moment, before looking down at her small stomach.

"I'm sorry I'm bringing you into a world like this..."

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Finished - Sept. 26th

Well then

Anyways I didn't want Veronica to be the typical physical abuser, but more so mentally, verbally, and emotionally.

That however still doesn't take away how serious this situation is. Please, try to get help or try to help out others.

Take care!