Face-Off! 🤬

No more! 💯

Trigger warning: Violence, profanity.

I dare you! 🤬

Trigger warning.

For years, she had talked down to me. Belittled me. Insulted me. Made damn sure I knew I wasn't good enough.

And I sucked it up, Buttercup. I bit my tongue instead of telling her how it is. Punched pillows and then soaked them with tears instead of standing up for myself.

But something was different today. I couldn't exactly place it. Something about the way she looked at me. With venom.

Something about the electricity in the air.

And then! She flung a folding chair at me!

I looked her dead in the eye. And I snapped!

“Get out!” I screamed.

If looks could kill. We'd both be dead right now.

I wanted to kill her. I wanted snap that bitch’s neck.

But I took a deep breath. She didn't leave.

So I closed my eyes. Breathed in again. Exhaled.

And I looked at that bitch.

She glared back.

I smirked. Raised one eyebrow. Smiled boldly. And I looked her straight in the eye. Deep into where a soul should have been. Imagining her specific death. The warmth and sweet smell of her blood on my hands. Smiles.

She looked back. Wouldn't take her eyes off me. Reached for her backpack and ran! Out the door!

I locked that motherfucker. All 9 locks. Leaned against the door. And cried in silence.

Never. Again.

Blood relative or not. No one treats me like that.

And no one will again.

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