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𝐓𝐖 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭!

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

╰┈˚ · ° .  November arrived in a blink. The weather continued to change preparing the days for the winter and the cold.

I was warm underneath the duvet, the body at my back radiating enough heat to fight the chills.

Kisses were peppered against my skin, traveling from the hollow of my throat to the side of my neck until lips touched the underside of my jaw.

"If you leave another hickey my brother is going to kick your ass... again." Through the sleep that still clogged my mind I mumbled the words, turning around to face the wolf that still didn't relent on leaving pecks and love bites along the column of my throat.

"It would be worth it." Paul grumbled, the words were spoken against my skin, the way his lips felt against me enticed a small moan to leave me.

"Those fucking noises you make." His hips met mine and suddenly, I could feel him hard against my low belly.

"You are the horniest person that I have ever met." I laughed through a breath, bringing one of my hands to his hair, raking my nails on his scalp exactly like I knew he loved it.

A barely contained groan vibrated in his throat as I brushed my finger on his gray sweat shorts, just above the shape of his cock. It was all teasing, we hadn't gotten further than the heavy makeouts.

A second later I was on my back facing my boyfriend as he hovered above me, "You are gonna kill me one of these days."

"Is that a promise?" I asked cheekily, playing with the necklace chain that dangled from his neck.

A grin split his face as he lowered enough for me to feel his lips against mine, but before I could close more the gap between us, two hard knocks shook the door of my bedroom.

"You better still have your clothes on."

Sam. Of course.

"Cockblocker." I mumbled, already knowing that he could easily hear me even from behind the door.

"Paul! You have three minutes!"

"Now he is really going to kick my ass."

I grinned at him, "I'm sorry." I wasn't.

"You are not."

"I really am not." I snickered, loving the way he smiled at me.

Paul hummend, "You'll pay for this later, don't worry."

"Oh," I bit my lips, "How?"

"And I'm out of here, I'm already hard enough and your brother is waiting for me downstairs." he was quick to get up from my bed, leaving me mourning his warmth. "I'll see you later, don't miss me too much, alright?" His smirk infuriated me as much as I loved it. It was all cockines that suited him too well.

"I'll try." With total sarcasm I reply, delivering the best deadpanned look that I could master that melted away when he titled my chin and kissed my lips.

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╰┈˚ · ° .   "Are you sure that you'll be fine?" The morning sun beamed at us from above, a rare sight in the cloudy Washington state during the autumn-winter months.

"Yes, Sam, I'll be fine." I told him even if a piece of my heart was chipping away at seeing my big brother moving away from our home. I was happy— immensely happy-– he had found the person that made his soul dance, he deserved to have it, but that didn't mean that I couldn't be nostalgic or sad about it, and it didn't mean that I was going to tell him.

"Completely sure?"

"Go." I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood, "I need to make your room my art study."

"I can wait more, she didn't take well, maybe I should wait-"

"Stop procrastinating, for the love of god. Mom will be fine, I will be fine, everyone will be fine. You are moving 20 minutes away from here, you are not changing state. And don't worry, I will not make you miss me. I will come over everyday and piss you off."

"Maybe I should move to another state." Sam tried to be serious, but the corners of his lips were tilting upwards into a smile.

I stared at him for a second, too much emotions clouding my eyes. "I love you big brother." My arms wrapped around him just like his own went around my hips.

"I love you too, little sister. I love you too."

The last box was carried to the car and when he was safely buckled in and behind the wheel, I spoke again, "If you didn't bring everything, be sure that I will make some art project with them."

"Don't you dare."

"Bye Sam!" And with that, I ran away, slamming the front door shut.

But I waited until I couldn't see the car anymore before letting out a sigh and making the tears fall. The house felt empty.

"Is he gone?" The voice that spoke had a hedge of cold that sent shivers traveling down my spine. I turned around, my mother was still in her nightgown, robe open and the belt half trailing behind her, but it was the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand that made the breath get stuck in my throat— the same kind of drink that my father adored.

My mother didn't wait for my answer as she took another sip, stepping closer until I could smell the alcohol in her breath "Good riddance, he is gone just like his father. But we need no man, I know you won't leave me."

Her cold hand pressed against my cheek in what was supposed to be a caress, but I flinched back, the smell— even just the sight of her holding that bottle was enough of a reminder of the abuse by my father's hand.

"Mom—" I was reaching my limit. Years of her drowning her pain in pills, ignoring her children— she was in pain and still hurt, but why couldn't she be stronger for us. She was getting worse, the only thing that she did for the last few weeks— maybe months— was drink, drink and drink until she couldn't even stay up on her own anymore.

"You won't leave me, right? You are not like your worthless brother, you love me." Her eyes pooled with tears, but the pain that usually was there was clouded with hate.

My heart clenched and rage made me speak before I could hold back the words, "Sam is not worthless." I snarled, catching her wrist and moving away the hand still on my cheek, "He did exactly what we promised. Get the fuck away from this house. From you and the memory of your husband." Was it anger, hate, fear, pain? I did not know. Maybe it was a mix of all those feelings that made me snap at that moment. I had enough.

I had not seen it coming. Her hand was wrenched from my grip before the back of it connected with my cheek in a surprisingly strong hit that left the skin burning, stinging after the impact— the wedding band and engagement ring that she still wore after all these years scratching at my skin. I tasted blood, my lower lip split at the corner when I bit my lips as a consequence of the slap.

"I gave him everything." She cried with rage, pushing me away. I was so stunned that I did not move, my legs failing me and making me trip down, one of my arms taking the harsh impact, for sure bruises will make an appearance soon. "I gave him everything and he left me with nothing!"

She had never laid a hand on me— nor Sam— not until now. And she was still talking about him. About Joshua Uley.

"Fuck him!" I snarled trying to conceal how my lower lip wobbled or how fear threatened to tear at my heart. This was too familiar in my dreams. "And fuck you!"

The bottle in her hand was thrown, the wooden board of the floor drenching with the amber liquid. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" She screamed, as if those were the only words that she knew.

"Gladly!" I had been lucky enough that no piece of glass reached me when the bottle was thrown, not as lucky when I used my hand to help me up— I didn't even winch when my palm started to bleed from the few small wounds.

My heart beat so fast, the trauma of my childhood rearing its ugly head in my mind. I did not want to live through it again. I won't.

The first sob fell from my lips as I slammed the front door behind me. I was still frozen with fear, I couldn't even master the anger anymore as I walked away.

I was fortunate enough that only moments later, my phone vibrated with an incoming message coming from Kim, taking my head and thoughts slightly away from what had happened as I remembered that I needed to help her with testing the magic-balancing tea that she was creating.

I started to walk in the direction of her house not knowing that something else was about to crack my already shattered heart.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

This chapter is something else, and I can tell you that the pain is not over yet. It might be weird to see a beginning of the chapter so happy to have an end such as this one. But I wanted to show how quickly one can go from happy to sad and hurt.

I will never stand for abusive and negligent parents!! And Beatrice and Sam have both!! She needed to understand that she did everything that she could for her mother and now, she needed to leave her behind! Beatrice may love her mother, but she was no mother to her! A mother doesn't abandon her children. She is a sick woman but they were her children and they were kids!!

If anyone ever needs someone to talk and vent to about anything, let me know! I'll give you my discord so you can message me whenever you want. I will listen and do my best to help. Hotlines are always available to help too! You can found the numbers for your country with a quick search on the internet!

Thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Thursday!

˚ · ° . 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 . ° · ˚

𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 

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– 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 ☾