His story. Her story. |ON HOLD|

Flashbacks♥️

"Reagan!" My mom's voice yelled at me from the kitchen. I walked over too see her with a glass of wine in her hand. "You were out with that boy weren't you?" She snapped out at me.

I clenched my teeth together and looked towards the staircase.

She just laughed and shook her head. "Oh when are you ever gonna learn. Men will never love you. just like your father never loved you. Your the reason he left."

I felt the tears swim into my eyes. Don't cry. Don't let her see you cry. She looked at me closely and starts laughing.

"Are you crying?" She said in between laughs.

"Oh grow up Reagan. Listen I'm just saying that boy-" "Grayson!" I lashed out. She shrugged, "He just want's into your pants, Hell probably already has been in them. Like mother like daughter," She walked over to me and grabbed my face.

She I was so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Your the little mistake that drove your father away."

My mother let out a long sigh, "Listen Reagan the boy is gonna drag you down in school. I don't want that, I don't need it. I want you out, so break things off with him okay."

She gave me a smile. No. She can't do this. I would never. I-i love- "No!" I shouted at her.

She raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" "You can't make me break up with him! Listen just because dad didn't want you doesn't mean-"

I felt a stinging on my cheek and realized what she had done.

She gotten up and had her hand raised.

I laid a hand on my throbbing cheek and found that it was warm.

Tears were forming once again in my eyes.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH! I LET YOU LIVE HERE AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME!" She roared at me and shook her head.

"Go to your room, no dinner."

I ran to my room slammed the door shut and locked it.

I went over to my closet and found my hiding hole climes through it towards the small attic place I found when I was little.

I picked up my stuffed wolf and hugged to my chest.

She hit me.

I slid down against the wall.

The first tear fell.

I was unwanted

I was alone

I was tired.

I found my old blade.

I'm so,so tired.

The pain felt, good.

I'm broken.