My mom thinks I’m cutting myself.
Mom freaked out when she saw the cuts on my arms last month. She thought I was hurting myself.
My stepfather was too much of a prick to tell her the truth. He stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching as she gripped me by the shoulders and tried to literally shake some sense into me.
Even as she bawled her eyes out, holding me close to her and begging me not to hurt myself any more, the man kept his stupid ass mouth shut. He shot me this threatening look so I’d do the same.
Mom set up an emergency counseling session. After a few weeks, when she saw that no new cuts had appeared, she wholeheartedly thanked the therapist for saving my life.
Meanwhile, her husband did what he always does: he played dumb.
She’ll be so disappointed in me tomorrow morning, when she finds her claw marks all over me again.
It’d be so much easier if we tied her up on the full moon.
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