I'm Sorry, Ozze. But I must. Soap~?
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Thread Topic: I'm Sorry, Ozze. But I must. Soap~?
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Alright-y. I had this inspiring moment when I realized -- why not do a soap with an abusive relationship?
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DAMNIT YES.
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>:3 Bwarharhar. So... I'm assuming you'd love to be the abuser and I shall be the abused?
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Yesh x3
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Okie. Charrie time~!
Name: Laci
Age: 19 -
Name: Adolf (I'm creative today. Eat it.)
Age: 21 -
x3 Is it bad that I find him totally attractive?
Okie. First person or third person? -
No. I do too x3
First.
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:D Yay.
I sat, perched on a wooden chair by the kitchen table. I took a sip of tea, my hand trembling slightly. If anyone looked at me from the right side, I'd seem like a normal college girl. Pretty, happy, content... But if they dared stare long enough as the wind blew my hair from my face, they'd see a series of dark purple bruises and scars, along with sad eyes and lips that barely ever smiled. -
I fiddled with my watch, nervously pacing back and forth. What if? was on my mind. Nothing specific, just the words what if. What if something happens?
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Are they together right now? .3. Or apart?
I took another sip before setting the mug down on the counter. I couldn't help but think of ways out of this... Of ways to somehow avoid being his punching bag. But, the truth was, I didn't want to leave.... Because I loved him... No matter how much of a monster he could be sometimes. -
Together, I was thinking.
What is her name? Lauren? Yeah, that's it. She's doing something right now.... I thought. Or doing someone...
I couldn't stand it. That b---- had been so unloyal. So untruthful, even! And I'd show her. -
Okie.
I rested my chin on my fist, gazing down at the morning paper. I knew he would come marching in just about now. He always did... It was routine. I winced, hearing his footsteps draw nearer. -
I nearly ripped the door off it's hinges. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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I flinched at the volume of his voice. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat betrayed me, reluctant to let even the slightest sound come out.
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