p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="d55fee0c064c4c26bb6197de67eae46e"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"TW: Ab*se and R*pe(?)/span/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="2be89b2bb10a68fbe655305b24bfb54f""Whatcha doing dad?" I ask leaning on the back of his chair. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about dear" he replied which aggravated me. He never told me what he was doing. I was basically helping him blindly. All I know is he can't go outside to do anything due to not wanting to be seen by someone that he won't tell me who, so I have to do most errands for him. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="914605349c4cad6d0ee464b688179afc"Usually, I know better than to question him extensively, or at all, but for some reason, I ask, "Why don't you ever tell me what you're doing? I'm always running errands and I don't know what for."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="16b618eb0fc4235261c389f65bec7d4c"He looks up at me, eyes squinted, "I'm sorry, what was that?" he queries as menacing as possible. My eyes widen and I know I fucked up but I can't go back now "I-i said why don't you tell me what you're d-doing? It's aggravating as fuck when I'm doing all th-these thing for you and I don't know why." I say trying to act pissed and hide my anxiety but fail./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="ee83e6a4a64ac75eca6fd587032d95ef"My father rises from his chair and towers over me. I slowly back up till I hit the wall and he advances. He smacks me and I stand there going how bad can get if I resist. "You will never ask that or use that tone when I am here, you understand me?" He askes as he puts his hand around my throat pinning me to the wall. I nod frantically. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="078c17d26193c28ce714181b62410825"(Myra's pov)/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="2be89b2bb10a68fbe655305b24bfb54f""Whatcha doing dad?" I ask leaning on the back of his chair. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about dear" he replied which aggravated me. He never told me what he was doing. I was basically helping him blindly. All I know is he can't go outside to do anything due to not wanting to be seen by someone that he won't tell me who, so I have to do most errands for him. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="914605349c4cad6d0ee464b688179afc"Usually, I know better than to question him extensively, or at all, but for some reason, I ask, "Why don't you ever tell me what you're doing? I'm always running errands and I don't know what for."/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="16b618eb0fc4235261c389f65bec7d4c"He looks up at me, eyes squinted, "I'm sorry, what was that?" he queries as menacing as possible. My eyes widen and I know I fucked up but I can't go back now "I-i said why don't you tell me what you're d-doing? It's aggravating as fuck when I'm doing all th-these thing for you and I don't know why." I say trying to act pissed and hide my anxiety but fail./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="ee83e6a4a64ac75eca6fd587032d95ef"My father rises from his chair and towers over me. I slowly back up till I hit the wall and he advances. He smacks me and I stand there going how bad can get if I resist. "You will never ask that or use that tone when I am here, you understand me?" He askes as he puts his hand around my throat pinning me to the wall. I nod frantically. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px;" data-p-id="600e7c56ce6aad0eb6f524d610af90ec"He smirks. "Today, we're going to try something different." My anxiety heightens as he leads me to his chair and throws me over the back. He pulls both of our pants down and smacks my ass. Then he uses his magic to make me unaware. He smirks and my mind goes blank./p
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