carpophobia // Louis Tomlinson

15

evelynn

"Where have you been young lady?" I heard my father yell from two rooms over. 

I thought I shut the door lightly. I guess not.

"I was out on a date", I said with my eyes on my feet. 

"Yeah, like you could get a date", my mother chuckled.

"I did. He's a very nice boy named Louis from school", I told them quietly.

"It doesn't matter. Do you know what time it is?" my father asked  a little louder. Well, a lot louder. 

"11 o'clock?" I answered.

"Yeah, 11 o'clock. You were supposed to clean the whole house today. By the time you're finished it'll be tomorrow. What does it take to get a little bitch like you to do some work around here? Hope you had fun on your little date, because you won't have another one for a long, long time you little slut", my father told me.

"Get to work", my mother commanded.

I walked to the closet where all the cleaning supplies was. I dusted the whole house, vacuumed, washed the windows, did the laundry, washed the dishes and by the time I finished, it was 1 o'clock in the morning, just like my father said it would be. 

Yeah my parent basically treat me like I'm worthless. I mean, I'm not perfect by any means, but I'm not that bad. I get fairly good grades, if I do say so myself, I try to be as nice as possible, but when you're treated like this it isn't always easy, and I try my very, very hardest to be a good daughter for them, but they don't like me at all or recognize anything I do. If I got a 99% on a test, they would want a 100%. There is just no pleasing them.

But the worst thing they do to me is physically abuse me. It's not so much the physical pain of it, it's just what they do. They know about my fear of wrists and veins and all that gross stuff, and use it against me for their own joy. They take knives and slash them across my fore arms so they bleed. Yeah, it hurts, but the worst part is cleaning them up. I have to literally focus on something I have a fear of. It sucks. I have to look at them when I can't stand them and I have to be careful of them when I don't want to ever think about them. I hate my life. But I'm not depressed, it's just, I don't like that part. The rest of it I'm very happy with.

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Here was a longer-ish chapter for you guys! I hope you like it. There won't be a lot of these, but if I think the chapters important *wink wink* I'll make it longer.

 Note: EVELYNN IS NOT DEPRESSED AND SHE NEVER WILL BE. Carry on. 

AND I HATE HER PARENTS WITH A BURNING PASSION. Again, carry on.