I’ve grown sick of him, he bullies me every day he acts like he owns me.

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I heard a knock at the door, shit it’s him, if I don’t let him in I’ll get my ass kicked on Monday, I open the door to let him in and walk over to the counter

“Stay here” he mumbles

he walks into the bathroom so I take the opportunity to grab a knife. He walks out and back over to me.

“Do you know why I’m here?” He asked

“I’m here to remind you that I’m above you, you belong to me, understood?”

He growled

“Ok, and…”

“AND!” He shouted “what do you mean and”

“and the knife belongs to me” I sneered as I pulled the knife from behind my back

“Wh-what are you doing Becca”

“Daven it’s time you where put in your place, I’m Sick of you, thinking you own me, thinking that I’ll sit here and let you hurt me”

“Becca p-please be r-r-easonable”

“REASONABLE! YOUR ASKING ME TO BE REASONABLE!”

“P-please Becca”

“There’s no reason for me to be reasonable with you” I said pointing at him with the knife

He tried to run to the back door but I threw the knife at him hitting his lower leg causing him to fall and hit the floor he pulled the knife out of his leg /idiot/

“Lift your leg above your head… and apply pressure to the cut”

I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, the roll of gauze and the cotton balls. I ran back out to him and fixed up his wound and carried him over to the couch.

“You ok?” I asked

“WTF BECCA!” He shouted

“ARE YOU OK!” I repeated

“I’m fine, chill” he groaned

I pulled over a table and got him a glass of water.

“I’m sorry Daven” I mumbled “I don’t know what came over me”

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The truth is I do know what came over me ever since I turned six there’s been this voice that takes control of me when I’m to scared to take control of a situation, I call it raven because it doesn’t go away ever.

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“It’s fine, I had it coming” Daven replied

“So where’s your parents”

He asked

“Gone” I said looking away instantly

“Oh” he replied obviously more curious than before

“They’re dead. Gone. Done”

“what about you?” I asked

“My mom left after I turned 4 She said I was too much for her to handle and my dad… he blames me for their divorce if you know what I mean” he replied