The Eyes of a Fallen Angel

"Good morning beautiful" Andy whispers into my ear. The sun shines perfectly through the window onto the pillows. He stayed the night last night. He wasn't meant to, but he did. He's like that, he obides by his own rules.
The birds are making their sound, Andy is being... Andy. He's perfect, and today is the day, when we can finally officially say that we've been together for a month.
"Happy one month babe" He says as he turns me to face him, takes my face in his warm hands, and kisses me, ever so soflty, on the lips. Of course i return the favor.
I look him straight in the eyes, only to see his face fall in soft laughter
"what?" i ask.
"your lips, they change in natural colour as the day goes on" his eyes flickering between mine, and my lips
"what do you mean? haha thats so stupid Andy!" i laugh the words out.
"no no no, its true! in the morning, they're soft and pale, and they make you look gentle. At about midday, they're a soft, turning into bright pink. They're attractive, and make you look elegant"
I can't help myself but laugh
"Andy that is so much bullshit haha"
"fine, but its not you who has the privledge of seeing your lips, its me who has it. so i might as well just" and he cuts himself off as he leans over me for another kiss, this one, a little more edgy, I start to convince myself that these are the kisses i want.
"KASSY" shit. there he goes. Timothy. See this is why I want to spend my time with Andy, for a while, i'd actually completely forgotten about Timothy. "ugh" i sigh out softy, causing Andy to pull away from me
"Does this mean i have to go?" he asks me, with his puppy eyes on pelading to stay
"im sorry baby" i say, in the most apologetic tone i know how to pull.
he kisses me again, "Don't let him hurt you okay?" he says, as he turns his back on me and climbs out of my window... and as suspected, right on cue walks satan himself
"GOD DAMN IT KASSY, WHEN I CALL YOU, YOU COME. I SHOULDNT HAVE TO WAIT A MILLION YEARS FOR YOU TO ANSWER TO ME. WHAT HAS TAKEN YOU SO LONG. IM GETTING REAL SICK OF IT KASSY" He yells, and as a drop or two of spit launches its self onto my face, i am pushed, to breaking point. With a sudden burst of energy, I'm out of my bed, and pressing my arm against Timothy's neck against the wall, taking him completely by surprise. "YOU, HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS. I AM NOT YOUR DAUGHTER, I DONT EVEN WANT YOU HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE. I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE, AND IF I COULD KILL YOU WITHOUT HURTING MY MOTHER, I DAMN WELL WOULD" I scream into his face as i slam his head back against the wall. "Now, what do you want?" i ask.
His eyes are flaming, almost as if real flames were about to pour out. "you little bitch. You and I both know too well that your mother doesnt want you here, so thats it. I want you out. I dont care if im not your father, im this familys boss, which means, i can kick your little pushy ass out of here. in 30 minutes i want you packed and out" With that demand, the door is slammed, and I, hit dead end, rock bottom, the point of no return.

I turn around, jump back into bed, and cry, cry, and cry some more. After a few minutes, I realise, thay Andy still has no clue about my cuts.. and right now thats really all I want to do. "i could hide them" i think to myself.
I dont know what comes over me, but I made sure that my last act in this house, was to cut cut and cut some more....

Notes

serious issues starting to arise... if its triggering please don't read!
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