Title: Manipulative
Rating: T
Genre: angst
Summary: all I could do was stroke the cat and try to ignore the tears that never seem to end. Sugar angst! Implied verbal abuse!
AU:
All I could do, as I stroke the cat like a cartoon villan and ignore the tears that fall down my cheeks like little trickling streams that always reappear as swiftly as a swallow flying through the dawn whenever I try to wipe them away, is recall the voices;
"You always play the victim; everyone bullies you, don't they?" I remember my father saying; he had scowled as he talked, and he looked down at me over his nose, like a pelican staring down at a juicy looking fish.
Does explaining how a comment hurts my feelings mean that I play the victim? I thought that telling the truth was important?
"Stop being so manipulative!"
Does expressing my feelings, as all humans do, whether through my face or my words, mean that I'm manipulative?
As I cry on my bed, my mother enters into my room without looking. Her teeth are pearl-white as she smiles at me as if nothing was wrong."Can I have a kiss before I go?" Ah yes, her big night with her husband, my father.
She intruded further into my sanctuary despite the deafening silence and she kisses my cheek, wet and salty like the sea from my crying, and she leaves as quickly as she came, like a wraith. That pearly smile was still on her face.
Do my feelings mean nothing to you?
This is the last time you will ever see I, Sugar Mota, cry over my parents.