✨The Little Miracles✨

Nothings fair!

Trigger Warning: Abuse

"WHERE WERE YOU???!!!!!" Angelica screamed at me. I turned pale and looked down, not being able to look her in the face.
"U-uh.. I-I-I.. Um.."
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(Angelica's POV)
"I'm waiting for my answer!!" I yelled at Peggy, infuriated. She'd been gone for almost a day! I couldn't just let that slide.
"I-I was out.." She stuttered, looking downwards.
"WITHOUT TELLING ME! Peggy! You know your condition! We need to keep watch over you! What if you began to bleed out or something!! You know just one cut could make you lose a pint of blood and we are trying to prevent that from happening! We're just trying to help!" I yelled, completely losing my temper.
(Third Person POV)
Peggy looked down before taking a hot breath and keeping her voice very low with anger.
"Help?! Help! You haven't been helping me!!! You've been keeping me from the outside world to baby! You, along with the rest of my self-centered family just want to keep me from other people and to yourselves! I am my own person, not your personal baby! I'm almost 19, I can do what I want!" Peggy exploded. Angelica exited the room, slamming the door, leaving an angry and confused Peggy. Angelica reentered the room with their father, Philip Schuyler.
"Where were you young lady?" He asked in shock.
"Out!" She snapped back at him as Angelica backed up and slowly exited the room, leaving them in the room by themselves. Philip stepped closer to Peggy and looked down, towering over her.
"Do not raise you voice at me! I want to know specifically where you were and who you were with!" He said, his voice now raising as the girl trembled slightly beneath him.
"I-I was sitting on top of a hill, and I was by myself. I-I wasn't with anyone.." She lied, her voice getting squeakier with each part of the lie she told.
"Margarita," he started, her shivering at the use of her first name, "I raised you not to lie! WHO were you with?!" He raised his voice at her. She looked down, staying silent before mumbling.
"..John."
"Who is this John? I've never heard of him, meaning he most likely isn't rich." He scoffed, glaring down at Peggy. "What did I tell you about hanging out with poor boys?"
"He isn't poor! He may not have a lot of money like us, but his heart is richer than you'll ever b-" she would've said more, but her father struck her on the cheek. It wasn't hard enough to make her bleed, but it definitely would leave a bruise. Peggy squeaked and fell to the ground, starting to cry while her father stood over her without any signs of remorse.
"Watch your tone around me, I am not some maiden who can't fend for herself, I am a grown! From now on I will have security guards over every inch of this house to make sure this incident never happens again! And that John boy, you can kiss him good-bye. You won't be going out by yourself anymore." He spat at her, and with that, he exited her room. Peggy sat on the floor and cried on the door. {poetry 100) Angelica reentered her room, not saying anything. Peggy glared up at her,
"I hope your happy!" She sobbed angrily.
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(John's POV)
I made a run for it after Peggy woke me up, I forgot we both snuck out. God I hope my father didn't notice that I was gone all night.
I made it back to my house in about 5 more minutes and climbed up the rope I had hanging from my window. I quickly made it up to my window, climbing through, then closing it. I turned around to see my little brother, James, standing right in front of me. James, being only 3 and not understanding the situation I was in at the current moment, looked up at me with complete confusion.
"Johny, where were you?" James asked in the his squeaky three year old voice.
"Uh.. James. I was out, with a friend." I said, locking my window. Then, James did something horrifying.
"Daddy! John's home!" He yelled out, racing out of my room. My face went completely pale. I tried shushing him, but he wouldn't stay quiet.
I heard footsteps approaching my room and next thing I knew, my dad, if I could even call him that, stood directly in front of me. I tried not to look scared and glared him directly in his face.
"Henry." I scoffed, his name tasted vile inside of my mouth.
"Boy." He spat the word out, not even using my name.
"Where did you go last night? I thought you were asleep..!" He said after a second, raising his voice. Each time he raised his voice, you could smell the beer resting on his taste buds and filling my nose with the horrid stench.
"I was out- with a friend." I said simply, going over to my bed.
"Don't walk away from me!" He yelled, grabbing the back of my collar and pulling me back over to where he was standing. I was scared out of my mind, but I wasn't giving up that easily. I snatched my collar away from him and stood back in front of him, a few feet away.
"Who was this friend you were with?" He said, quieter than before.
"Why do you need to know?!" I retorted, stepping backward. He stepped toward me, glaring at me.
"Because-" he stopped. "Was it by any chance, that- that girl. The one with that haemophilia disease?" I stopped for a second, everything in me stopped for a second. My breathing, my sight, my heart, my brain, my lungs, everything. How the fuck did he know? I decided not to question it, and even before I could, he smirked. That smirk made me worried.
"It was her, wasn't it?" He said, and I looked at him, and then down. His smirk grew wider and eventually started talking to me again. "You are a disgrace."
I looked at him confused. "What?" I said through gritted teeth.
"You're a fucking disgrace! Why else would you be with a girl all damn night and return at 8:30 in the goddamn morning!" He yelled at me and my face went completely red. The thought of doing that with Peggy never crossed my mind.
"What the fuck do you mean! I didn't do shit to her! We sat on a fucking hill and fell asle-" He punched me in my eye. He punched me in the FUCKING EYE! I stumbled backwards and fell into the wall, holding my eye.
"Watch your fucking tone boy!" He yelled at me.
"Use my fucking name! I am not just a boy! I have a godda-" Henry kicked his stomach to cut him off.
"I call you whatever the fuck I want! FuckBoy!" he yelled at me, making me infuriated. I couldn't do anything about it, I was too in pain to say something, and when I tried to say something, it just came out as a groan. So, for the time being, I just held my stomach and sat there in pain. We stayed in that very position for a while before he exited my room, slamming my door.
I shakily headed over to my bed to grab my phone and text Peggy, but it wasn't there.
Then I remembered.

-Was it that- that girl. The one with that haemophilia disease?-

How else would he know? He must've stolen my phone.
"Dammit!" I groaned , banging my hand on his bedside table. It hurted, but I didn't care at the moment. All I cared about was that I might never get a chance to see Peggy again.

(Narrator's POV)
They both might not have known what had happened to each other that night, but they did say on thing in common before they both fell asleep.

"It's not fucking fair!"