pj came home late.
it was three in the morning
by the time he walked in.
he didn't apologise,
but it's okay.
i just worry too much.
he went to hug me.
the stench of alcohol was toxic.
it made me feel sick.
he began to kiss my neck;
he started becoming rough.
it scared me.
i told him to get off.
he told me i was pathetic.
he told me to stop being
such a whiny bitch.
he told me I should just stop
acting like i didn't enjoy it.
i started crying.
he told me to stop being such a baby.
he told me he couldn't stand
to look at me.
he told me i wasn't good enough.
but i know he didn't mean it.
it was just the alcohol.
he didn't mean it.
did he?
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a/n: oooh pj's bad news. what are your thoughts so far? tell me please!! i love reading your comments.
also it's like 12am why are people setting off fireworks omg it's only the second of September there's nothing interesting going on.
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control ;; phan
Fanfiction"goddamn right, you should be scared of me" {this fan fiction contains some very triggering topics}
