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𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡, 𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘

017, narrative

PRISCILLIA WAS FURIOUS.
furious too the fact that sawyer
wanted to hurt her. furious to
the fact that dixie didnt tell her,
but instead, avoided her.

she grabbed her car keys, speed-
walking to her car as she drove
to the house. she knocked on the
door, not to mention hard. the door
opened to sawyer, who was confused
on why she was her.

"babe- why are you here-" "don't fucking babe me, sawyer." she invited
herself in the house, not forgetting
to shove his shoulder.

sawyer turned to the furious girl,
"okay what's your problem?".
priscillia scoffed, "you wanna know
my problem?" she raised her eybrow,
pointing to herself.

she walked towards sawyer, "my problem is that fact you want to HURT me and MY friends!" she shouted at
the boy, who only rolled his eyes.
"its not a big deal-"

"-DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ITS
NOT A BIG DEAL WHEN, INFACT,
IT IS!" she faced him, getting in his
face. sawyer took a deep breath,
"get out of my face cillia."

"or what?! are you gonna hit me?!"
she continued to push his button,
pushing and punching his chest.
sawyer's jaw tightened as he warned
her, "get out my fucking face priscillia."

"OR WHAT-" sawyer grabbed her jaw,
tightning his grip on her face as he
slammed her back to the wall. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING GET OUT MY FACE,
YOU DONT LISTEN, HUH?"

he grabbed her throat, adding pressure
to her throat as her jaw dropped. she
tried to get his hand off of her, "let me go- i can't fucking breathe-" she coughed as sawyer gritted his teeth,
still not letting her go, and instead, adding more pressure.

her eyes widen as she felt herself go
weak, she could've sworn that she felt
blackness overpower her. sawyer finally let her go, priscillia dropping
to the ground. she caught her breath,
holding her throat as she looked up,
"you're sick".

saywer's eyes softened, "wait- priscillia
i'm so sorry-" cillia shook her head, about to leave when sawyer grabbed his wrist. "let go-" she cut herself off when sawyer sniffed.

"i'm so sorry cillia, I didn't mean to
hurt you" tears fell down his cheeks,
priscillia softening up as she bit her lips. he continued, "my- my dad use
to hit me, i swore to never be like him,
but i failed-" he sobbed, priscillia hugging him as she soothed his hair.

sawyer smirked behind her hair, continuing to cry as priscillia pulled away, "you'll never be like him, okay?"
she kissed his cheek, him nodding.

"stay here, i'm going to the bathroom"
sawyer nodded, watching her walk
to the bathroom. cillia sighed as she
walked up to the mirror, immediately
wincing at the sight of her.

she had around dark purple bruises around her neck to her jaw. she hissed
as she traced them, whimpering a bit.
she bit her lip as she choked down
a sob.

authors note
i literally hated
writing this, it was
too much for me😔