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panic-at-thedildo asked:

"Look it's just that some stuff happened when I was younger."

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

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"Come out from under the bed dear and talk to me." Ezekiel breathed out as he say on the bed.

She sighed and inhaled deeply. This was going to be hard. “When I was younger, like really young, things were pretty good. I had a big brother who protected me from bullies and played games with me and was nice to me. I had a mother who adored me and dressed me up like a doll and put me in pagents and I loved that. I had a father who treated me like a princess and gave me everything I could ask for. When I was about five, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and a few months later, she died. My father took it hard. Harder than me and my brother did combined. He started drinking when I was seven and when my brother was ten. Around the time I was ten, he started saying these lewd things to me. I didn’t understand what they meant but when I told my brother the things he said, I could tell it was bad with how livid he looked. Now, he was only thirteen so he really couldn’t fight off my dad even if he tried. That idiot still blames himself for what happened.” She muttered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “One day, he got angry and smacked me on the face with a glass bottle. That’s how I got this scar on my face. Things only went down hill from there because he started to touch me and kiss my neck and junk. I couldn’t fight him off because I was so tiny and couldn’t defend myself. He would constantly…” She paused a moment, choking on her sobs. “He would constantly beat me and rape me. It started happening on a daily basis. From the age of ten to thirteen, he whipped, cut, beat, raped, punched, slashed, and hit me. On November 5 when I was thirteen, my brother had enough and was confident enough as a pretty muscular 16 year old to ward off my father. He bust in the room right before my dad was about to attack me. He started fighting him off, getting hurt in the process as well. HE apparently called the police before he did this and they bust in and separated my dad and brother. They were both arrested and my brother got off with self-defense and my dad got sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. He recently got out but my brother is making sure he can’t even get near me. I’m even getting body guards soon.”

Ezekiel hugged her tightly and kissed her, his own tears flowing, no words spilled from his lips.

She gripped his shirt and laid on her back, kissing back.

Ezekiel rolled off and laid next to her, “I’m sorry that all happened Kiara…”

"You don’t have to apologize. Its not like there was anything you could do.’ She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"I can do something now.." he smiled, drying her tears.

"Like what?" She asked as she nuzzled her cheek against his hand.

panic-at-thedildo asked:

"Look it's just that some stuff happened when I was younger."

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

y0ur-sempai:

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

girlwith-oneeye:

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

"Come out from under the bed dear and talk to me." Ezekiel breathed out as he say on the bed.

She sighed and inhaled deeply. This was going to be hard. “When I was younger, like really young, things were pretty good. I had a big brother who protected me from bullies and played games with me and was nice to me. I had a mother who adored me and dressed me up like a doll and put me in pagents and I loved that. I had a father who treated me like a princess and gave me everything I could ask for. When I was about five, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and a few months later, she died. My father took it hard. Harder than me and my brother did combined. He started drinking when I was seven and when my brother was ten. Around the time I was ten, he started saying these lewd things to me. I didn’t understand what they meant but when I told my brother the things he said, I could tell it was bad with how livid he looked. Now, he was only thirteen so he really couldn’t fight off my dad even if he tried. That idiot still blames himself for what happened.” She muttered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “One day, he got angry and smacked me on the face with a glass bottle. That’s how I got this scar on my face. Things only went down hill from there because he started to touch me and kiss my neck and junk. I couldn’t fight him off because I was so tiny and couldn’t defend myself. He would constantly…” She paused a moment, choking on her sobs. “He would constantly beat me and rape me. It started happening on a daily basis. From the age of ten to thirteen, he whipped, cut, beat, raped, punched, slashed, and hit me. On November 5 when I was thirteen, my brother had enough and was confident enough as a pretty muscular 16 year old to ward off my father. He bust in the room right before my dad was about to attack me. He started fighting him off, getting hurt in the process as well. HE apparently called the police before he did this and they bust in and separated my dad and brother. They were both arrested and my brother got off with self-defense and my dad got sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. He recently got out but my brother is making sure he can’t even get near me. I’m even getting body guards soon.”

Ezekiel hugged her tightly and kissed her, his own tears flowing, no words spilled from his lips.

She gripped his shirt and laid on her back, kissing back.

Ezekiel rolled off and laid next to her, “I’m sorry that all happened Kiara…”

"You don’t have to apologize. Its not like there was anything you could do.’ She smiled and kissed his cheek.

panic-at-thedildo asked:

"Look it's just that some stuff happened when I was younger."

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

girlwith-oneeye:

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

"Come out from under the bed dear and talk to me." Ezekiel breathed out as he say on the bed.

She sighed and inhaled deeply. This was going to be hard. “When I was younger, like really young, things were pretty good. I had a big brother who protected me from bullies and played games with me and was nice to me. I had a mother who adored me and dressed me up like a doll and put me in pagents and I loved that. I had a father who treated me like a princess and gave me everything I could ask for. When I was about five, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and a few months later, she died. My father took it hard. Harder than me and my brother did combined. He started drinking when I was seven and when my brother was ten. Around the time I was ten, he started saying these lewd things to me. I didn’t understand what they meant but when I told my brother the things he said, I could tell it was bad with how livid he looked. Now, he was only thirteen so he really couldn’t fight off my dad even if he tried. That idiot still blames himself for what happened.” She muttered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “One day, he got angry and smacked me on the face with a glass bottle. That’s how I got this scar on my face. Things only went down hill from there because he started to touch me and kiss my neck and junk. I couldn’t fight him off because I was so tiny and couldn’t defend myself. He would constantly…” She paused a moment, choking on her sobs. “He would constantly beat me and rape me. It started happening on a daily basis. From the age of ten to thirteen, he whipped, cut, beat, raped, punched, slashed, and hit me. On November 5 when I was thirteen, my brother had enough and was confident enough as a pretty muscular 16 year old to ward off my father. He bust in the room right before my dad was about to attack me. He started fighting him off, getting hurt in the process as well. HE apparently called the police before he did this and they bust in and separated my dad and brother. They were both arrested and my brother got off with self-defense and my dad got sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. He recently got out but my brother is making sure he can’t even get near me. I’m even getting body guards soon.”

Ezekiel hugged her tightly and kissed her, his own tears flowing, no words spilled from his lips.

She gripped his shirt and laid on her back, kissing back.

panic-at-thedildo asked:

"Look it's just that some stuff happened when I was younger."

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

girlwith-oneeye:

ezekiel-the-eternal-flame:

girlwith-oneeye:

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"Come out from under the bed dear and talk to me." Ezekiel breathed out as he say on the bed.

She crawled out and sat on the bed, curled up in her sheets. “Can you keep a secret?” 

"I can. I keep every secret people tell me." Ezekiel said softly.

"First of all, I need to tell you something important." She inhaled deeply and about a minute later she mumbled softly,"I’m pregnant."

”.. who’s the father.” He asked wide eyed, could it be him? When he didn’t use a condom with her?

"…..I don’t know yet but I’m so scared to tell Nat."

"I’ll call Nat later and explain, for now just talk." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Where do you want me to start? The beginning perhaps?"

((Do you have any triggers??))

"Start to finish." He said, a weak smile forming on his lips. ( 0 triggers u.u )

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All dressed up for the celebration

Are you a protractor because you look good from all angles? 

<3333 My mama is a gorgeous human and I adore you so much.

How can someone be this beautiful on the inside AND outside??

Omfg stop I’m not that pretty but thank you. >\

I need an optometrist because I’ve been blinded by your beauty

Omfg

Are you an interior decorator? ‘Cause when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful.

Are you trying to pick me up or something cause Vale won’t like that lol

Yup because you’re my mama
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