(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t make a move to get off you.
Instead, he leaned down and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips.
You felt a burning sensation twist in your lower stomach. He’s making me want him even more.
His lips were warm, sweet, and his kiss was skilled, inviting. It was a lingering kiss, but nothing more. After his lips parted from yours, he pulled away entirely and got off the bed. “…Sorry again.”
You sat up, watching him stand by your bedside. “Don’t be,” You paused. “You already know that.”
He averted his eyes and reached for his hat. Slipping it back on, he almost looked a bit shy. “I-I should go.”
You got off the mattress and f