Jan 12, 2018 3:59:11 GMT
ashanti verna, maddox rothscus ✨, and 1 more like this
Post by parker jones on Jan 12, 2018 3:59:11 GMT
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she was a mama's girl growing up. her dad was a deadbeat, out the door by the time parker was three. the only thing she remembers about him are his calloused hands and the ever-present scent of cigars. her mother raised her. although she had her fair share of men that shared her bed after he left, when she deemed parker old enough she taught her that men are shit and can't be trusted. and if you want something done in this world, you gotta do it yourself. it wasn't terrible, living in the hovel with a mother who didn't know how to be one, but it wasn't the easiest way to grow up. she was molded to be independent, made to take care of her own problems 'cause her mother was too busy trying to support them to do that for her. her mother's various boyfriends came and went; parker dealt with the grimier ones silently, learned how to harden her skin and sharpen her words to ward them off when they were stuck in a room alone. (or when her mother pretended not to notice.) [break][break]
on weekends, she'd hit the gym with a couple of her guy friends and take turns punching the shit out of one another. working out was a stress reliever for her. it was also a way to get out of her house. see, she didn't hate being at home, but her relationship with her mother was more like a friendship. so she spent most of her time outside, most of her time with other people. at school, she got along better with the boys. most of the girls disliked her for it (but that was petty bullshit drama and she wanted nothing to do with that). for the most part, she was happy. a couple of people marveled at her lack of envy for those who had more, but maybe that was always because she knew something they didn't.[break][break]
she saw opportunities in the grimmest places. despite her affinity for the outdoors, for getting into arguments and instigating fights just for the hell of it, she was always smart. a straight a student, absorbing information like an insatiable sponge. clever always came easier to her. picking up her fists was more than just preparing for a punch; it was watching the opponent, making use of muscle memory, trusting past experience. but she knew she couldn't get where she wanted to go in this life with her hands alone. so she took those skills and she put them to work. because knowledge is power. her mother used to push her, used to support her. and then he came along.[break][break]
his name was marvin and he crashed into their family like a wrecking ball. he had shark's teeth and hungry eyes and parker knew from the get-go that marvin was going to be a problem. but her mother didn't want to listen. it was something about his voice, something cold and dark that slithered under the guise of a knight in white armor. he bought her mother roses and peppered her with affection. he took her out to dinner--in slick limousines, to high rise towers, where they dined and watched the sunset, an emperor and an empress. but parker, she was no princess, and she didn't fall for the fancy gifts or the glittering promises.[break][break]
whenever she asked where it all came from, whenever she urged her mother to be smart, to take a look around, she was shrugged off. it was love, she came to realize much later. red-tinged vision, tunnel love, and all the red flags just looked like flags.[break][break]
some addicts are poor, selling their bodies for just one more ride. and some were like marvin--lucky and untouchable, left to splash about in whatever he chose without consequence. the only one who ended up suffering was her mother. and after months of watching her skin grow sallower, the bruises on her arms grow darker, parker begged and pleaded for her to leave him. 'but he loves me, baby. and he's gonna take care of me. don't i deserve that? after all these years, don't i fucking deserve that?'[break][break]
she couldn't watch her waste away like that. something dark twisted through her that day and for hours she was nothing more than a marionette, staring at hands that weren't hers as they shoved clothes and money and food in her bag. she left with one last dead-end attempt, tears in her eyes that refused to fall.[break][break]
she found solace with snakes and liars, from those she'd tried so desperately to distance herself from for all those years.
impress the empress
take a shot now
she was a mama's girl growing up. her dad was a deadbeat, out the door by the time parker was three. the only thing she remembers about him are his calloused hands and the ever-present scent of cigars. her mother raised her. although she had her fair share of men that shared her bed after he left, when she deemed parker old enough she taught her that men are shit and can't be trusted. and if you want something done in this world, you gotta do it yourself. it wasn't terrible, living in the hovel with a mother who didn't know how to be one, but it wasn't the easiest way to grow up. she was molded to be independent, made to take care of her own problems 'cause her mother was too busy trying to support them to do that for her. her mother's various boyfriends came and went; parker dealt with the grimier ones silently, learned how to harden her skin and sharpen her words to ward them off when they were stuck in a room alone. (or when her mother pretended not to notice.) [break][break]
on weekends, she'd hit the gym with a couple of her guy friends and take turns punching the shit out of one another. working out was a stress reliever for her. it was also a way to get out of her house. see, she didn't hate being at home, but her relationship with her mother was more like a friendship. so she spent most of her time outside, most of her time with other people. at school, she got along better with the boys. most of the girls disliked her for it (but that was petty bullshit drama and she wanted nothing to do with that). for the most part, she was happy. a couple of people marveled at her lack of envy for those who had more, but maybe that was always because she knew something they didn't.[break][break]
she saw opportunities in the grimmest places. despite her affinity for the outdoors, for getting into arguments and instigating fights just for the hell of it, she was always smart. a straight a student, absorbing information like an insatiable sponge. clever always came easier to her. picking up her fists was more than just preparing for a punch; it was watching the opponent, making use of muscle memory, trusting past experience. but she knew she couldn't get where she wanted to go in this life with her hands alone. so she took those skills and she put them to work. because knowledge is power. her mother used to push her, used to support her. and then he came along.[break][break]
there's nothing here
to stop this
his name was marvin and he crashed into their family like a wrecking ball. he had shark's teeth and hungry eyes and parker knew from the get-go that marvin was going to be a problem. but her mother didn't want to listen. it was something about his voice, something cold and dark that slithered under the guise of a knight in white armor. he bought her mother roses and peppered her with affection. he took her out to dinner--in slick limousines, to high rise towers, where they dined and watched the sunset, an emperor and an empress. but parker, she was no princess, and she didn't fall for the fancy gifts or the glittering promises.[break][break]
whenever she asked where it all came from, whenever she urged her mother to be smart, to take a look around, she was shrugged off. it was love, she came to realize much later. red-tinged vision, tunnel love, and all the red flags just looked like flags.[break][break]
some addicts are poor, selling their bodies for just one more ride. and some were like marvin--lucky and untouchable, left to splash about in whatever he chose without consequence. the only one who ended up suffering was her mother. and after months of watching her skin grow sallower, the bruises on her arms grow darker, parker begged and pleaded for her to leave him. 'but he loves me, baby. and he's gonna take care of me. don't i deserve that? after all these years, don't i fucking deserve that?'[break][break]
you'll get the picture
of your dreams
she couldn't watch her waste away like that. something dark twisted through her that day and for hours she was nothing more than a marionette, staring at hands that weren't hers as they shoved clothes and money and food in her bag. she left with one last dead-end attempt, tears in her eyes that refused to fall.[break][break]
she found solace with snakes and liars, from those she'd tried so desperately to distance herself from for all those years.
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