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rainbowfic2015-08-21 02:22 am
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-21 02:22 am
Midnight 1: Once
Author: Kat
Title: Once
Story: In the Heart - AU of Straight AU
Colors: Midnight 1 (Profane)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Gunpowder and Lead, Miranda Lambert), eraser (AU of Straight AU), glue (You are being tested today, and how you respond to the current emotional pressure has direct consequences in the future.)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: He hit her. Once.
Warnings: Domestic abuse, both present and past.
Notes: This is actually Leah McKean, Gina's daughter from the Straight AU. Different girl.
He hit her. Once.
He hit her, and Leah saw it all over again; her parents in the kitchen, her father yelling, the sound of flesh on flesh, the bruises blooming across her mother's face. Her own skin is just as pale as her mother's; the bruises are just as bright, and shocking.
He hit her, and Leah called Robbie, her brother and protector. Robbie remembered too; he came right away.
He hit her, and he left for work. They're waiting now, shotgun pointed at the door.
He hit her once. He'll never get the chance to do it again.
Title: Once
Story: In the Heart - AU of Straight AU
Colors: Midnight 1 (Profane)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, graffiti (Lilith Faire Village Stage: Gunpowder and Lead, Miranda Lambert), eraser (AU of Straight AU), glue (You are being tested today, and how you respond to the current emotional pressure has direct consequences in the future.)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: He hit her. Once.
Warnings: Domestic abuse, both present and past.
Notes: This is actually Leah McKean, Gina's daughter from the Straight AU. Different girl.
He hit her. Once.
He hit her, and Leah saw it all over again; her parents in the kitchen, her father yelling, the sound of flesh on flesh, the bruises blooming across her mother's face. Her own skin is just as pale as her mother's; the bruises are just as bright, and shocking.
He hit her, and Leah called Robbie, her brother and protector. Robbie remembered too; he came right away.
He hit her, and he left for work. They're waiting now, shotgun pointed at the door.
He hit her once. He'll never get the chance to do it again.