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Ataraxia wrote:
this story might not be suitable for younger audiences, but read at your own risk
(tw: abuse, cigarettes, alcohol)
and don't worry. ill still be updating my other story (My new stepdad is... Kaj?)
part one
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I woke up to fighting once again. i could hear my mom yelling downstairs, and flinched once a bottle got smashed against my door. i sighed heavy and rolled out of bed, the old springs screaming once my weight left the bed. i dragged myself to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. my big blue eyes we're framed by the heavy bags under my eyes, and my long blode hair was in desparate need of a haircut. "ISABELLA QUINN SMITH, HURRY UP AND GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM" i sighed again. my mom never let me have a moment of peace. "JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE" i yelled back. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail. i was in need of a shower, but i know my mom wouldnt accept that. i put on my makeup to hide the bruises and tiredness. My makeup is my mask, hiding whats really going on when the front door is closed. I pulled on my ripped jeans and a cute tshirt, and smiled at myself in the mirror. "Conseal, don't feel, Isabella. you can do this" i mumbled to myself and walked out of the bathroom.
I was met by a cloud of smoke and the smell of burned toast. "It was about time, you ungreatful child. you cant spend an eternity in the bathroom every morning. you're not the only person who lives here" my mom took another drag of her cigarette. "and clean up that mess" she pointed at the broken liqour bottle on the floor before slamming the bathroom door shut behind her.
Now heres the thing, my life isn't that bad. at least it didnt used to be. we're a middle class family, i go to a great school and i have a bunch of friends. but after my dad passed away my mother turned to the bottles. at first it was just wine. then she started smoking inside. and then liquor. vodka is her favorite, but it makes her angry. she never hits me or my brother, but she likes to throw stuff. she does have her good days, and usually we look and act like a happy family, despite our recent loss. but then she buys another bottle....
anyways. i cleaned up the mess and started getting ready for school, and thats when i heard the doorbell ring. my mom stumbled out of the bathroom and went to answer the door. "Go to your room, isabella, you're not going to school today" i tried asking her why, but she was already talking to whoever rung the doorbell. i heard a male voice replying as i closed my bedroom door behind me
(half an hour later)
my mother burst through my door without knocking, and threw a bag on my bed. "theres a dress inside, put it on, pack your sh*t, and come out to the living room. And do something with that mess on your head" she said strictly. "Why? what happeni..." she cut me off by slamming the door shut. i sighed again, what is this woman up to now? i looked inside the bag, it was a beautiful blue dress, matching the color of my eyes. i slowly stripped down and slipped the dress over my head. the silky fabric felt amazing against my skin. ive never owned a dress this nice before. i brushed my waist long hair out in the mirror, sprayed it down with some dry shampoo and admired myself. i looked beautiful. "WHATS TAKING SO LONG?" my mom yelled. i quickly packed my favorite clothes into the bag, and made sure to pack David as well. david was my stuffed animal from when i was a kid, i know im too old for toys, but he always keeps me safe. i quickly gathered everything and walked out into the living room. There was a man on the couch. he waved to me. "Isabella, Meet your new owner" my mother said. "im tired of you slacking around my house" she mumbled. im sure she didnt mean for me to hear the last part. The man stared at me with his shiny brown orbs, he had an expensive looking suit on, and his hair was perfectly groomed. i looked at my mother, confused, then at the man, and then at the floor, blushing.
And then, with his deep, raspy voice, he said: "Hello, my name is Kaj"
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let me know if u want more of the story <3
this story might not be suitable for younger audiences, but read at your own risk
(tw: abuse, cigarettes, alcohol)
and don't worry. ill still be updating my other story (My new stepdad is... Kaj?)
part one
--------------------------
I woke up to fighting once again. i could hear my mom yelling downstairs, and flinched once a bottle got smashed against my door. i sighed heavy and rolled out of bed, the old springs screaming once my weight left the bed. i dragged myself to the bathroom and stared into the mirror. my big blue eyes we're framed by the heavy bags under my eyes, and my long blode hair was in desparate need of a haircut. "ISABELLA QUINN SMITH, HURRY UP AND GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM" i sighed again. my mom never let me have a moment of peace. "JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE" i yelled back. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail. i was in need of a shower, but i know my mom wouldnt accept that. i put on my makeup to hide the bruises and tiredness. My makeup is my mask, hiding whats really going on when the front door is closed. I pulled on my ripped jeans and a cute tshirt, and smiled at myself in the mirror. "Conseal, don't feel, Isabella. you can do this" i mumbled to myself and walked out of the bathroom.
I was met by a cloud of smoke and the smell of burned toast. "It was about time, you ungreatful child. you cant spend an eternity in the bathroom every morning. you're not the only person who lives here" my mom took another drag of her cigarette. "and clean up that mess" she pointed at the broken liqour bottle on the floor before slamming the bathroom door shut behind her.
Now heres the thing, my life isn't that bad. at least it didnt used to be. we're a middle class family, i go to a great school and i have a bunch of friends. but after my dad passed away my mother turned to the bottles. at first it was just wine. then she started smoking inside. and then liquor. vodka is her favorite, but it makes her angry. she never hits me or my brother, but she likes to throw stuff. she does have her good days, and usually we look and act like a happy family, despite our recent loss. but then she buys another bottle....
anyways. i cleaned up the mess and started getting ready for school, and thats when i heard the doorbell ring. my mom stumbled out of the bathroom and went to answer the door. "Go to your room, isabella, you're not going to school today" i tried asking her why, but she was already talking to whoever rung the doorbell. i heard a male voice replying as i closed my bedroom door behind me
(half an hour later)
my mother burst through my door without knocking, and threw a bag on my bed. "theres a dress inside, put it on, pack your sh*t, and come out to the living room. And do something with that mess on your head" she said strictly. "Why? what happeni..." she cut me off by slamming the door shut. i sighed again, what is this woman up to now? i looked inside the bag, it was a beautiful blue dress, matching the color of my eyes. i slowly stripped down and slipped the dress over my head. the silky fabric felt amazing against my skin. ive never owned a dress this nice before. i brushed my waist long hair out in the mirror, sprayed it down with some dry shampoo and admired myself. i looked beautiful. "WHATS TAKING SO LONG?" my mom yelled. i quickly packed my favorite clothes into the bag, and made sure to pack David as well. david was my stuffed animal from when i was a kid, i know im too old for toys, but he always keeps me safe. i quickly gathered everything and walked out into the living room. There was a man on the couch. he waved to me. "Isabella, Meet your new owner" my mother said. "im tired of you slacking around my house" she mumbled. im sure she didnt mean for me to hear the last part. The man stared at me with his shiny brown orbs, he had an expensive looking suit on, and his hair was perfectly groomed. i looked at my mother, confused, then at the man, and then at the floor, blushing.
And then, with his deep, raspy voice, he said: "Hello, my name is Kaj"
-----------------------------------------
let me know if u want more of the story <3
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