Fantasy

chapter sixteen

I will be writing in 3rd person from now on. There isn't a reason why. I just find it easier.
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Desa groaned as her family woke her up with singing. Their voices screaming happy birthday and her siblings being extra loud on purpose. The covers pulled off her as Niko lifted from under them to sit up. She grabbed him tightly and pulled him closer, shoving her face into his side as the cold air prickled her body.

"Get out!" She growled, energy spiking towards her family. Everything went quiet and she huffed, annoyed that this is how her morning started.

Niko sighed softly and gingerly put a hand in her hair. Morning her was his favorite for some reason. He learned over the time he was staying with her that she had a tough exterior but was actually quite caring. Towards him at least.

"Why'd you let them come in?"

"I w-woke up when you did!" Niko pouted. He didn't usually sleep in Desas room but they had fell asleep watching a movie the night before.

Desa mumbled something inaudible into his side. He squirmed with a laugh, it tickled.

With a heavy hand and huff the girl pushed him back down. He didn't object, just closed his eyes and fell back asleep with her warmth next to him.

It was strange to him, having someone show him affection with such softness. It was what he used to wish for on a star, just like Tiana did. And he was beyond glad to have it now. He didn't miss his old family one bit.

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"We're going to your fathers for your birthday party. I'm sorry sweetheart but he insisted and he knows best."

Desa glared at her tea as her mother spoke, voice void of emotion. Her hands gripped it tightly as the image of brutally beating her father ran through her head.

Her mom apologized again as she left the kitchen.

"He doesn't know jack shit." Desa gritted out quietly, deciding it's always better not to snap at her mother.

Her head was already killing her and she itched at it.

As she randomly opened the fridge, not looking for anything, she noticed her moms alcohol supply. Without a second thought she grabbed a almost full bottle of Paul Masson and slugged up the stairs with it. Her mom wouldn't even notice it wasn't in its original spot and even if she did, Desa couldn't care less at the moment.

Glaring at herself in her bathroom mirror and hating whatever was looking back at her she opened the bottle. Looking at herself felt like an out of body experience and it terrified her. But she's not allowed to be scared. She's not allowed to be anything but a confident closed off dom.

Not allowed to be too much of an asshole but not allowed to be too soft. She felt like she had two people in her tearing at her insides and fighting each other to rip her apart. She felt the need to be perfect at everything and it angers her that she's not.

The burn down her throat made her mind somewhat at ease, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand roughly and spit in the sink.

"Happy fucking birthday." She said boorishly to her mirror self, taking another sip of the brown liquid.

She took her time getting dressed. Her favorite black corset narrowing her waist and making her boobs look even bigger. But for some reason she didn't give a fuck anymore.