it’s that time of the day again,going home to your abusive dad.

you walk through the dark alleyways,headphones plugged in and blasting music

…a cloth goes over your mouth and pulls you in deeper,your vision blurs and darkens.

”hey sweetheart..~ you awake?.”you slowly blink open your eyes,the dark walls around you full of printed pictures of you.

the man smiles and puts his hand on your head,ruffling your hair gently

it..awoke something in you..the feeling of..affection?.