𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~ 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 ❤︎︎

𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆

TO MAKE THE EXPERIENCE BETTER DONT LISTEN TO THE SONG UNTIL I TELL YOU TO

a bloody nose, busted lip, and blood running down your face. that's what your father had done.

to you.

out of all people, he released his anger out on you. there had been multiple missed calls from people, who most likely wanted a ride somewhere. but you ignored them like a dumbass.

technically, you didn't ignore them, your father made you ignore them. if he wouldnt have been on top of you, almost causing you to die, then you would've answered them.

but you couldn't because he wouldn't stop, he kept going until your body was limp. by "kept going," you meant that he had been beating you to a bloody pulp. the man, who was your father and in your bloodline, had almost led you to your fucking death. and you couldn't do anything about it. 

you hoped that because of everyone knowing about him raping you, he would get fired from his job.

but no, they cheered him on and even gave him a fucking raise like the misogynistic cunts they are. they gave him a raise.

as if that wasn't enough for you.

his coworkers were giving him high fives all around the room, they thought they were just allegations. or so you assumed.

but even if, showing up to school you would get clowned. clowned for someone raping you. someone who was in your fucking bloodline.

billy was upset about you cancelling on him, no girl had ever done that to him before. you basically stood him up, but he never left the comfort of his own house.

actually, erase upset, he was pissed off to his core. he felt like strangling you, killing you. the rage he possessed had never happened in his life, he was never this angry, but tonight you set him off. you tried playing it off, saying you couldn't go because your dad already made plans for the two of you, but it wouldn't seep in to his midget-sized brain.

this anger was let off on max, who couldn't take it so his father stepped in and took care of him, setting him straight. looks like you and billy had both been psychically abused by your fathers. for years now.

tonight was supposed to be about you, releasing your sexual frustration. but instead, your father made it his night like he doesn't all the fucking time.

you swore it would be your night, but something always has to go down when your receiving the most enjoyment in your life.

"damn.. shit burns." you said, looking into the mirror while pressing on a pad that was dampened with peroxide. this shit would leave a mark, but it couldn't be infected. you would do anything not for it to be infected.

the mirror had steam on it, from your shower you had just gotten out of.

it helped you with letting off some stress, but it didn't do the job, billy would.

after the fight, your father took in more alcohol, allowing it to get into his system. being fucked up, and hella intoxicated, you forgave him.

forgave him for the shit he did as a kid; walking out on you, your mother being already in debt and unemployed, he came back into your life, raped you as a young child, kept raping you throughout the years, and now he just almost killed his own daughter.

god how you needed your mom here.

your mom had been gone for god knows how long, but everyone around the block had knew it. she was gone, there was no idea when she would be back. or, if she would ever come back. but you couldn't blame her.