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crooked_lossTitle: The Poison
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Angie’s POV.
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: Molasses #7 (root of all evil), Star Fruit #12 (I didn’t see that coming), Cookies n Cream #23 (break)
Toppings: Whipped Cream, Cookie Crumbs
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG-13
She had tried to tell the stupid fucking teacher that she hadn’t even really been fighting. Sure, she had thrown the first punch, but the dumbass jock had been harassing Sarah. What the fuck else was she supposed to do? Just let him? Fuck that. But no, the dumb bitch hadn’t even listened to her - she had only sent them both to the nurse and called their parents, and she would bet five bucks that football boy wasn’t close to getting his ass beat at his house.
Angie at least tried to explain what had gone wrong, but he wasn’t hearing her. He never did. Anything that came from her mouth was something to ignore and not even hear, unless it was something that he felt she would deserve punishment from. As her voice grew louder, her anger grew with it, and finally she snapped. Seeing Sarah move towards the door, she shouted inches from her father’s face, “What about Sarah!?”
Before she knew it, she was pointing. Angie felt something inside her chest painfully twist, and she knew this was a bad idea, but she kept talking. “What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.” A deadly silence fell. After a moment, all that Angie heard was her heartbeat and blood rushing past her ears. She looked between Sarah and their father as they looked at each other, and the next words only made her angrier.
“Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
How fucking like him, to just keep ignoring her. Looking to Sarah to give her an apologetic look, she saw the smile blossom, and something inside her switched. Smiling. She was smiling. She knew that would happen. She knew that she would never be beat. No, not Sarah, who went unpunished and skin not bruised. In that moment, something changed. Something inside her switched to hate, and Angie found it hard to really care.
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Angie’s POV.
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: Molasses #7 (root of all evil), Star Fruit #12 (I didn’t see that coming), Cookies n Cream #23 (break)
Toppings: Whipped Cream, Cookie Crumbs
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG-13
She had tried to tell the stupid fucking teacher that she hadn’t even really been fighting. Sure, she had thrown the first punch, but the dumbass jock had been harassing Sarah. What the fuck else was she supposed to do? Just let him? Fuck that. But no, the dumb bitch hadn’t even listened to her - she had only sent them both to the nurse and called their parents, and she would bet five bucks that football boy wasn’t close to getting his ass beat at his house.
Angie at least tried to explain what had gone wrong, but he wasn’t hearing her. He never did. Anything that came from her mouth was something to ignore and not even hear, unless it was something that he felt she would deserve punishment from. As her voice grew louder, her anger grew with it, and finally she snapped. Seeing Sarah move towards the door, she shouted inches from her father’s face, “What about Sarah!?”
Before she knew it, she was pointing. Angie felt something inside her chest painfully twist, and she knew this was a bad idea, but she kept talking. “What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.” A deadly silence fell. After a moment, all that Angie heard was her heartbeat and blood rushing past her ears. She looked between Sarah and their father as they looked at each other, and the next words only made her angrier.
“Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
How fucking like him, to just keep ignoring her. Looking to Sarah to give her an apologetic look, she saw the smile blossom, and something inside her switched. Smiling. She was smiling. She knew that would happen. She knew that she would never be beat. No, not Sarah, who went unpunished and skin not bruised. In that moment, something changed. Something inside her switched to hate, and Angie found it hard to really care.
