Blythe Christmas Day

This is my first Christmas outside the asylum! Amora is very excited about it when it's just a regular day.

"Merry Christmas," Amora said plainly after kissing my cheek. "Merry Christmas to you too?" I raised an eyebrow as she gave me a weak smile.

"Wassup witchu?" I sighed wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Nothing."

"You don't gotta be scared to talk to me."

"Nothings wrong, it's just another day," Amora uttered. "I cleaned for you, cooked for you, I'm even wearing matching PJs," I stated still holding onto her.

"I know and I appreciate that but it's really just another day."

"You want your parents here, don't you?" I asked letting go of her.

Amora hasn't told her parents that we're still together after I beat her over the whole Mia situation.

"I can spend Christmas with my sister," I said going upstairs. "Blythe, you don't have to."

"No, it's fine you want your family to come and if that's what makes you happy so be it." I smiled.

"Okay, thank you." Amora let out a sigh of relief.

I think Amora should tell her parents that we're still together. I only said I'd go to my sisters because I don't want Amora to be sad on Christmas.

"But you do have to tell your parents sooner or later," I said sitting down on the bed. "I know, I just don't know when or how."

"I can't exactly tell them the truth." Amora closed the bedroom door behind her then got in bed.

"Uh, why not?" I raised an eyebrow as she shook her head. "Hey mom even though my girlfriend beat me up for confronting her, she still lives with me and we're still together," Amora explained.

"My mom will call me ten types of the c-word ." She looked at me as I shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you."

I personally could care less about Amoras' family and I'm not trying to be rude or anything. Her family has done absolutely nothing for me, they called me c-word when they first met me.

If we're being technical here, if they kept their mouth shut about me killing Mia, then maybe I wouldn't have beat the fuck out of Amora.

"Maybe she'll understand," I suggested while spreading out on the bed. "Maybe, I don't know." Amora laid on top of me breathing on the crook of my neck.

"This is a you problem." I chuckled playing in her hair. "Shut up."

It's the truth, there is no 'us' in this type of situation.

—

"Merry Christmas." I smiled hugging Blair tightly. "Same to you." Blair patted my back then let me inside. "Nice place," I commented while taking off my shoes.

"Thanks, Da– I mean I bought it."

"What?"

"What was that?" I asked looking up at her. "Nothing, I ain't say nothing." Blair chuckled taking my jacket from me.

"She knows something."

"Take a seat, get comfortable." Blair hung my jacket up then directed me to the living room. "You just let mail pile up? That's ghetto." I said taking a seat while looking at her living room table.

"Clean it up for me, please."

"Yeah, no problem." I insisted.

I sorted through her mail reading the name on a couple of them. "Who's Lorenzo?" I asked standing up clutching onto the paper.

"Nobody."

"It's more than just nobody."

"That's daddy's fake name, the name he uses when he doesn't want no one to know where he lives," I said looking at her.

"It's old, give it back," Blair demanded as I shook my head. "No, not until you tell me why it's here."

"It's old, okay? Just give it back." She put her hand back as I pulled away. "No, it's not."

"This isn't good."

"It's possible but it isn't good."

"It's from yesterday," I said lowly turning around looking at the rest of them. "Why do these have his name?" I asked rummaging through them all.

"Martin Fayre."

"Why does this have daddy's real name and why is it from last month?!"

"He's alive."

"He was never dead! He's alive! That bastard is alive!"

"Go." Blair pointed to the door as I stood there.

"Do not touch her! Just go home to Amora! You have a beautiful girl at home waiting for you!"

I took a deep breath then walked to the door. "Goodbye," I mumbled putting my hand out for her to shake.

"Bye." Blair reached out as I pulled away. "Sike!" I cheesed before punching her. I swung at her until she was on the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I grunted stepping on her head. "You tried to hide this from me!"

"No!"

"Well, I tried."

I grabbed her hair dragging her around the house until I found the bathroom. I sat her up against the wall before blowing my foot into her face.

"I don't know why you're so mad."

I held the back of her head before pushing it into the toilet then flushing it.

"Stop it!"

"He shouldn't be here." I coughed pulling her head up. "Technically... I'm not— really your sister."

"Wait a damn minute."

"Nor is he your father."

"If— we're really telling the truth— that's not your mother."

"You're going to kill her if you don't walk away."

"You're in a rage."

"You need to calm down."

I need to calm down.

Calm down.

"Blythe... you're adopted."

"Rage."

Amora

"Well, I'll see you guys on New Years." I smiled kissing my parents goodbye. "See you, bitches, next year," I said before hugging my sisters.

"Hopefully yo broke ass get some money in 2020." One of my sisters said on their way out.

I chuckled then closed the door, I actually miss Blythe. I know she volunteered to go see her sister but I wish she was here. I let her use my car so I don't when she plans on coming back.

I made her something to eat Incase she's hungry. My parents weren't really concerned about Blythe's whereabouts. I didn't tell them that we're still together but eventually, I will.

I cleaned up the living room then took out the trash. "Fancy meeting you here." I cheesed as Blythe walked over to me after parking my car.

"Baby! Why are you crying?" I asked lowly putting my hands on her face. "I— I'm upset." She choked out as I looked at her hands.

"Jesus Christ."

Her hands were on a different level of red and her fingers were twitching like crazy.

"Come inside," I said before placing her hands on my waist. I lead her inside all the way to our bedroom. "What's wrong? Talk to me." I sat in her lap then kissed her jaw.

"My dad... he's alive." Blythe cried still holding onto me. "Blair said that I'm adopted, I don't want that to be true." She sobbed tightening her grip on me.

"Not too hard," I whispered while wiping her tears. "And my dad or whatever he is, he lives with Blythe but he wasn't there."

"Then I got mad, real mad and I fought Blair. I could've killed her but I didn't, I bashed her head then left."

"Amora, I don't wanna be adopted. I miss my mom." Blythe sobbed holding onto me for dear life.

"You did the right thing coming home to me," I said laying her down on her back. "It's gonna be okay." I cooed.

"I can't breath." Blythe panicked while shaking uncontrollably. I hurried and undressed her. "Look at me, you're gonna be okay." I laid next to her still trying to dry her face.

I held Blythe tightly kissing her from time to time. "Tighter?" I asked as she nodded her head. I tightened my grip listening to her heartbeat.

"I love you and I'm always gonna be here for you." I stroked the other side of her face. "I love you too." Blythe let out.

"Close your eyes and breath," I mumbled inside her ear. I kissed her lips softly then closed my eyes.

Why do people continue to hurt this poor girl?

Boom

Happy New Years 🗣❤️

Nbs I really forgot about all my books nbs

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