TW: SA

Dan, my older cousin. Only by like a month though he loves to brag about it. He's a chav, what do you expect?

When we were kids, we were really close. Of course the friendship was forced  but I suppose we were stuck with each-other with how often my  mum would dump me down his fancy house at the other side of town while she went to get wasted on  her Zinfadel, or as gullible child version of me was told 'mummy's special grape juice'. Yeah right. 

Other than being an annoying twat with his Power Rangers and Lego, Dan used to be a very good friend. Reluctantly he'd share his shit with me and when high-school got between us something changed. I hadn't seen him for a while at this point (at least 2 years, damn) and my 14 year old brain decided he was the fittest guy around. I knew better than to act on this of course and I let everything fade out, I didn't think he even knew. Until I found out, he knew...

https://youtu.be/A55d5dhsReg

It only took one night. One night to lead me down this path.
The night Dan revealed himself as a monster, and stained my life forever.

We were both 16 and with a bottle of vodka in hand, we simply celebrated some family thing. I can't even remember what it was now, the lines got blurred after that 2nd shot on an empty stomach I suppose.

  Blurred lines don't even begin to justify his cruelty.                                   The tights ripped on the floor, slightly stained in my crimson blood.                                                     Our blood.
Scratches of rage,
Bruises in sage,
marked by his teeth, below where eyes could see.

                                                                   The perfect crime on a gagged victim.
                                                                     The perfect pawn in this sick game, in his game.
 Yet scarred and forgotten, silenced  by blood.

Once blood runs cold, it freezes, condenses into ice.
Bittersweet, BPD took its slice.

A slice of destruction.

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