Celestia wants to leave her home and get as far away as possible from her alcoholic mother. When she stumbles into a drunk man and helps him home, what happens when he becomes her way out?
#2 in Smile
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TRIGGER WARNING: Discussions of rape
October 26th
Honestly, I didn't want her to see that. I dragged him all the way around the fucking house, risked my neighbors seeing and calling the police, all to avoid Moonie seeing what I was going to do.
But she saw it. She saw me break his jaw in half and shatter his cheekbones. She watched me grind whatever balls he had into the cement and kick in his ribs. I beat Jax until my blood mixed with his and continued long after my knuckles went numb. I beat Jax until he felt even a quarter as bad as Celestia would've felt had he succeeded. Even a third as bad as she does even though he didn't get to.
I don't regret doing what I did, but even though I did it for Moonie, I do regret that Moonie doesn't regret seeing it.
And through all of that guilt and her tears as they fell against my raw knuckles, and her hands gentle as they wrapped up my injuries, she was worried about me. She was worried because she knew the police did end up getting called on me and she was worried because of how badly I beat Jax.
They said the police were called because my fists were hitting so hard against his face that it was waking up my neighbors.
I was arrested and Celestia was taken too to make a statement. I told them why I did it and I told them I didn't regret it. Because why would I? They would've done the same and anybody who says they wouldn't is fucking lying.
I'm on house arrest for two months until my court date which I will either go to jail, Jax will drop the charges, or he won't show up. Two of these options keep me with Moonie and none of them will make me change my mind about what I did.
The only thing—the only consequence—is that it's happening again.
When my sister died, it was the same thing. I thought it had gone away since I'd met Moon but...
6 years ago August 12th
"Happy birthday Lucile!" I stared up at my sister as she smiled and confetti collapsed around her. The colorful paper stuck to her long, black hair as she happily stared out at her guests.
"How does it feel to be a whole year older!?" Jasmine, her best friend, collapsed onto her shoulders, a smile wider than Lucy's on her face. She was already drunk I guess.
Lucy stood up from her chair and fell into her best friend's arms as she hugged her tightly. "I don't know...it feels the same as last year." She laughed excitedly as she held Jasmine's hands in hers.
