“Dad, stop! Daddy please,” te sob as he continues to kick te in the stomach.
“Dad,” te groan, right before te vomit.
He just laughs his cruel, hard, sickening laugh, and gives te a blow to the head.
te just cry more, as your vision gets fuzzier and fuzzier, and you’re out.
*********
When te wake up, your house is empty… o so te think.
te remember you’re going to the Dingo with your boyfriend Ponyboy tonight, so te had to get ready.
te walk from the living room, to the cucina to get to your room, but your dad stops te in the kitchen.
“You little bitch,” he said, his bloodshot eyes wide.
“Daddy… Don’t. Please don’t,” te beg as te back up out of the room.
He walks toward you, grinning like a maniac.
And finally, the punch, punzone te had been waiting for comes.
te fall to the ground, clutching your cheek.
Your dad was about to deliver another hit, when the door swung open.
Your boyfriend stood there, wide eyed and shocked at the scene before him.
“Get out.” He tells your dad.
“Make me. This is my house.” Your dads focus moves from te to him.
Ponyboy pulls a switchblade out. “If te fucking touch her again, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.”
Your dad starts to slowly back up, realizing how serious Ponyboy was.
He left out the backdoor.
Ponyboy immediately drops to your side. “(y/n), baby, are te ok? Oh god… You’re really hurt. Did he do anything thing else?” He asked, eyes full of rage and fear.
te lift up your camicia to mostra the large, purple bruises on your stomach.
Ponyboy’s eyes start to water.
“If he ever touches te again, I swear…”
*******
Yet again reminding me of the boy I like…
How he detto one giorno that if anyone hurt someone he loved he would kill them.. Honestly he would kill them
“Dad,” te groan, right before te vomit.
He just laughs his cruel, hard, sickening laugh, and gives te a blow to the head.
te just cry more, as your vision gets fuzzier and fuzzier, and you’re out.
*********
When te wake up, your house is empty… o so te think.
te remember you’re going to the Dingo with your boyfriend Ponyboy tonight, so te had to get ready.
te walk from the living room, to the cucina to get to your room, but your dad stops te in the kitchen.
“You little bitch,” he said, his bloodshot eyes wide.
“Daddy… Don’t. Please don’t,” te beg as te back up out of the room.
He walks toward you, grinning like a maniac.
And finally, the punch, punzone te had been waiting for comes.
te fall to the ground, clutching your cheek.
Your dad was about to deliver another hit, when the door swung open.
Your boyfriend stood there, wide eyed and shocked at the scene before him.
“Get out.” He tells your dad.
“Make me. This is my house.” Your dads focus moves from te to him.
Ponyboy pulls a switchblade out. “If te fucking touch her again, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.”
Your dad starts to slowly back up, realizing how serious Ponyboy was.
He left out the backdoor.
Ponyboy immediately drops to your side. “(y/n), baby, are te ok? Oh god… You’re really hurt. Did he do anything thing else?” He asked, eyes full of rage and fear.
te lift up your camicia to mostra the large, purple bruises on your stomach.
Ponyboy’s eyes start to water.
“If he ever touches te again, I swear…”
*******
Yet again reminding me of the boy I like…
How he detto one giorno that if anyone hurt someone he loved he would kill them.. Honestly he would kill them
***
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did te and Mom meet?” The 12 anno old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Amore story.” Eight anno old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when te met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like te a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did te and Mom meet?” The 12 anno old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Amore story.” Eight anno old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when te met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like te a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
