What About Us | Stan Uris | Part 5
TW! Rape, it's extremely brief, you don't see anything apart from the word! Don't read if this is a difficult topic for you.
Pearl POV
I was sat on my bed reading, when I heard the front door bang open. Then, I heard big, loud footsteps on their way to my room. I knew exactly who it was, my Dad. He flung my bedroom door open and he came over to me. I tried not to seem scared, he was extremely abusive towards me. My mother just didn't care, and when my Dad's hand came in contact with my face, I flinched violently at the smarting pain.
"You little slut. I saw you and that boy out, last night. I saw you sitting on his treehouse and I saw you kiss. I am ashamed of you. You shouldn't even be here if you're going to fuck a guy, apart from me. You shouldn't have even been born." Dad spat, he unblocked his belt and he.........raped me.
A Few Days Later...
I hadn't been at School since that day. And that was 5 days ago, I'm surprised that Stanley hasn't come and knocked on my front door yet. He probably has, but my parents have said he can't see me. I dragged my feet into the bathroom and punched the mirror while I screamed and cried. I reached for the scissors next to me and started cutting off my hair.
Stanley loved my hair, it was so long that if I wore it down, I would be able to sit on it. But, now I was cutting it, because of my father. I cut and cut and cut while I cried. I didn't stop crying, and I only cried harder when I looked in the mirror and saw my new haircut.
I feel dirty, well now I am dirty. My father took what was supposed to be special to me, what I was supposed to experience with Stanley.
Everything that he said is true. I'm a slut, and I shouldn't have even been born. I am ugly and gross, I don't deserve Stanley.
The Next Day
I slowly got ready for School while I cried. When I stepped outside my house, I started walking past Stanley's house, not even bothering to wait for him so we could walk to school together. I was only a few minutes down the road, when I heard voices behind me. I stopped and realised that they were hot on my heels and it was the losers.
"Pearl?" They all gasped in unison, I shrugged.
"Yeah?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers.
"You cut your hair off?!" Stanley was completely shocked, I knew he wouldn't like the new me.
"Stan-" I tried to calm him down, but he interrupted me.
"I thought you were too sick to come outside! That's what your parents told me!" Stanley yelled, completely and utterly angry.
"Stanley I-" He literally wouldn't let me speak.
"Did Bowers get to you or something?" Stan questioned, tears were clouding over my vision as I remembered what my Father did to me.
"I can't tell you." I whispered, only just loud enough for Stan to hear.
"Don't you love me?" His voice cracked as he asked me that question. My mouth dropped, appalled at his words.
"How could you ask me that?! Of course, I love you! You really want to know why I did this to myself?!" I screamed, while I cried harder and harder by the second. "I DID THIS BECAUSE MY FATHER DID SOMETHING TO ME! HE TOOK SOMETHING FROM ME THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SPECIAL! SOMETHING THAT I COULD'VE EXPERIENCED WITH YOU!"
I broke down right then and there, falling to my knees with emotional agonising pain. The sobs crackling out of my mouth as if knives were stabbing into my back, profusely. Never stopping for me to breathe, always hurting my heart with agonising images from what happened the other day. I couldn't stop sobbing, even though I tried to take multiple breaths, it felt like I was trapped inside my head, unable to get out of the darkness that was hanging over my head.
"Hey, Hey. Come here. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Stanley pulled me into his arms as the other losers watched in shock as I just continued crying.
"We're going to my house, there's no school for you today." Stan commented, helping me stand up as we walked back to his house with the other losers. When we got back there, Stan got me settled down in his bed.
