#Y'ain't gonna catch me standing down

[jujulebee]

She's lost track of how many days it's been.

"If you would just fuckin' do what you're told, we could be done with this. You're comin' home one way or another, an' so is your—"

There's a haze of static that clouds Honey's mind as she listens to her father speak. She's hardly conscious of his presence at all, more aware of the blood that drips down over her lips.

She's not sure she could support herself if she tried.

Her eyes aren't on him. They never are. He gets angry when she meets his eye.

She's vaguely aware of him approaching, of the way he grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet.

"Are you fuckin' listening or not?"

She stumbles as he starts pulling her forward, trying to get her footing, but he's too rough and her muscles too sore to move properly, so she falls to her knees, gasping in pain. He doesn't stop, though, instead dragging her the rest of the way to a mirror on the wall.

"Look at you. Disgusting lil tramp. I said you'd end up goin' t'hell for actin' like a whore."

His grip on her hair tightens and he pulls her up to standing once more, Honey's eyes pulsing painfully as she tries to keep herself from crying, desperate to not waste any blood.

He refuses to feed her.

Once she's up, he shifts his hands to catch her in a chokehold. It may not cut off her air anymore, but it's still enough to get her to panic, her sudden attempt to move only causing him to tighten the hold.

"Y'ain't endin' up there fast enough for my taste, Honey Bonnie. You're gonna remember this lesson. I'm makin' sure of it. You take a good long look, cause this is what you deserve."

The hold tightens and her head pulses painfully.

"Once I got Lily I'm draggin' you both home. I ain't lettin' you give yourself to the Devil. You belong to me."

Honey's heart rate spikes and her eyes widen, voice weak as she hisses out, "Better the Devil'n a cuck like you."

She doesn't register how his hold shifts. Doesn't even register the movement from where she's at to when her head collides with the mirror, but she certainly feels each shard. She can hear the glass crunch against her face as he holds her against the broken surface. When he lets go, she falls to the ground, small chips stuck in her skin, a large gash on her face from one of the bigger shards mostly hidden by her hair.

She sees him standing above her, staring down at her through the shattered reflection. Delusion tries to protect her, to save her from what she's seeing. Just the head of a wolf, lips curled and licking its chops. She closes her eyes, a single bloody tear running down her cheek. She hears his footsteps leaving the room, hears the muffled sound of his voice as he yells and rants, hears the slam of the door.

Another moment of peace.

She stays on the ground for a few minutes, gathering herself, before slowly shifting to push herself up. She ignores the glass that sticks to her palm, quietly hugging herself once she's in a relatively comfortable sitting position.

She won't leave.

She can't.

#physical abuse/assault #emotional/verbal abuse #dead dove do not eat #azrael weeping #domestic abuse #abusive father #misogynistic language #not viewable ic #action post