The Moon (Sting X OC)

^1^ More bruises...^

Edited on: 10/13/2020
Revised on: 4/5/2021

Mune's POV

I wake up to the sound of the door slamming. I rubbed my eyes in annoyance, but I know that there isn't anything I could do about it. The sound of Jared walking up the steps made my breath hitch, and I quickly put my arm down.

My bedroom door slammed open, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from jumping. I still moved, but it was only a flinch. Besides, he was so drunk off his ass he probably couldn't even see me move.

He left, the sound of him leaving the entrance of my door filling my ears. My cat Snowflake looked up at me in empathy, although I doubted she could even feel the human emotion. "Honey!?" A screech from downstairs scares Snowflake and makes her claw dig into my arm.

I tensed up, moving my arm and patted Snowflake's head, making her calm down a bit. I muttered some curse words at Mum as she yelled back. "What?" I snorted. She's mad.

"The bitch is still sleeping in her room!" Dad replied, quieter, but it was obvious they wanted me to hear. I carefully took out Snowflakes claws one by one, careful not to take them out too quickly 'cause then it would get worse. 

The sound of a plastic utensil hitting a metal pot was heard, along with the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs and the sound of a fleshy palm hitting a wooden door entered my ear drums. Whatever claws that were left, got ripped out as Snowflake vanished into the hole I had in my ceiling. Mum burst in, mad as hell.

Shit- She grabbed the top of my shirt, pulling me off the bed and above the floor. I grabbed her arm, trying to get her to let go. She just tightened her grip and socked my jaw. That's going to leave a mark.

She dropped me, and I slammed my head against the wooden frame of my bed. My vision was spinning, but I could still make out her pointy-ass boots found their spot on my stomach. Some bile rose in my throat, forcing me to choke. She left after stomping on me a few more times and Dad just looked up from his phone. He left, closing the door.

I groaned in pain, rolling onto my back. All of this for sleeping? I mentally scanned my body for any broken or bruised bones, and tenderly touch my ribs. They never cracked bones before. I winced, taking my hand off of my abdomen. They must've really been in a bad mood today... 

Flipping over onto my stomach, and pushing myself up into a crawling position, I crawled over to my bed and pulled myself on top of it. I'm sorry, her eyes seemed to say. "It's fine..." I smiled weakly. I curled up around Snowflake and let sleep take me away. 

Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have closed my eyes.

Oop, sorry it's so small. I tried to make it longer. 

Edit: Oh my god, this was so bad.

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