MY BASEBALL FIELD_I Will Never Forget_Cuffing Season_Do it For Charlie
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MY BASEBALL FIELD
Glamourous. That’s what I would call my home if someone should ask. I couldn’t show anyone where I reside, though, mostly because I live in a make-believe world where I’m wealthy and successful and have people who do things for me like I used to see on television when I was able to watch it. Things can change suddenly, and we often don’t think about that possibility. I’m referring to our lives. Our lives can change in an instant based on the choices we make. Unfortunately, I chose to believe that my job was secure and that I’d move up the ranks and be a VP one day working in the big office wit...
I Will Never Forget
Trigger Warning: Violence and Sexual Harassment I remember when you could step outside and take a stroll without seeing a government enforcer on every street corner. When it wasn't normal to see a family being thrown into an enforcer's car; the children screaming and the mother weeping. When it was normal for families to live together instead of being separated by gender. This makes me sound old, I know. But I'm not, I swear. I just remember what everyone else seems to have forgotten. About seven years ago, a new terrorist group started planning coordinated attacks. They picked relatively sma...
Cuffing Season
I’m shaking inside his bed. I shouldn’t have come over. This is all my fault. I have been held hostage inside his windowless room for hours now. My mama warned me not to see him again. I should have listened to her. I should have stayed home today. But now it is too late to go back. I have been enfettered by the chains of his love for two months now, and I am well past the point of return. Besides, he’s hidden my phone, and I cannot call Mama anyways, even if I wanted to. What would I even say to her? I bury myself deep into the mess of dirty blankets. I pray he never sees me like this- so wea...
Do it For Charlie
TW: Contains physical violence/ gore, swearing, and themes of abuse.Do it for Charlie. I repeated the mantra in my head over and over again as Bruce towered over me, screaming in my face. The stench of stale beer clung to him, his eyes were glassy and bloodshot, and his white vest was riddled with stains. Some people, most people, would call this situation a nightmare. I called it Saturday.I wanted more than anything to retreat into myself. To become an island. It would’ve been easier then. After all, what does an island care if a stormwww.onedoor.cc smashes against its shores? But I couldn’t just let it al...