01-14-2021, 02:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]she's in an endless cycle, it seems.
it starts with her papi, her father. he is the one who is supposed to teach her what love from your significant other should be, what romantic love should look like, and he chooses to show it in the harshest way. bruises the size of boulders line her body on the nights he finally chooses to come home, and when he's not home, he's gone for days on end. you'd think she'd hate him, in some aspect, she does. had she come from a normal family, she'd never have met men like julian or theodore, slithering snakes disguised as beautiful men. but her family wasn't near normal, and in a sense, she'd been daddy's little girl. he'd feed her lies, justifying the reasons her mami deserved her abuse:
he loved her, but she didn't know how to keep her legs closed. that her mami was a slut who needed to learn a lesson, that she was a terrible mother and he just wanted what was best for his babygirl. hear that enough, and you start to believe it. no matter how much dread she felt when she happened to witness the prior and aftermath, she believed it. and it's what made her almost fall victim to the hands of julian. follow him to the ends of the earth almost to fall off because of him and yet, she was doing it again like an idiot. she knows what happens if she closes the door theodore knope's face, though. they both knew, and so after standing there for a couple of minutes and letting the question hang in the air, she pushes her hand from the door she holds and turns away, allowing him to come in.
"i don't really want to talk to you." even though he knows this, she says it anyway as if it may change anything. she wants him to know that he isn't going into her fire without potentially getting burned; she won't subside in his presence, even if he thinks he has that affect on her. trending over towards the kitchen island, she leans against it, and crosses her arms.
"don't you have somewhere to be anyway? someone to torture or wait never mind," she lifts up a finger, eyes briefly drifting away from him as if she suddenly remembered "you have assholes to fight your battles for you." after all janelle's gone through, you'd think she'd watch herself around these dangerous men, but her father has always prided her on being a fighter.
it starts with her papi, her father. he is the one who is supposed to teach her what love from your significant other should be, what romantic love should look like, and he chooses to show it in the harshest way. bruises the size of boulders line her body on the nights he finally chooses to come home, and when he's not home, he's gone for days on end. you'd think she'd hate him, in some aspect, she does. had she come from a normal family, she'd never have met men like julian or theodore, slithering snakes disguised as beautiful men. but her family wasn't near normal, and in a sense, she'd been daddy's little girl. he'd feed her lies, justifying the reasons her mami deserved her abuse:
he loved her, but she didn't know how to keep her legs closed. that her mami was a slut who needed to learn a lesson, that she was a terrible mother and he just wanted what was best for his babygirl. hear that enough, and you start to believe it. no matter how much dread she felt when she happened to witness the prior and aftermath, she believed it. and it's what made her almost fall victim to the hands of julian. follow him to the ends of the earth almost to fall off because of him and yet, she was doing it again like an idiot. she knows what happens if she closes the door theodore knope's face, though. they both knew, and so after standing there for a couple of minutes and letting the question hang in the air, she pushes her hand from the door she holds and turns away, allowing him to come in.
"i don't really want to talk to you." even though he knows this, she says it anyway as if it may change anything. she wants him to know that he isn't going into her fire without potentially getting burned; she won't subside in his presence, even if he thinks he has that affect on her. trending over towards the kitchen island, she leans against it, and crosses her arms.
"don't you have somewhere to be anyway? someone to torture or wait never mind," she lifts up a finger, eyes briefly drifting away from him as if she suddenly remembered "you have assholes to fight your battles for you." after all janelle's gone through, you'd think she'd watch herself around these dangerous men, but her father has always prided her on being a fighter.
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