#abusivelanguage

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

19. 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

"Where is she?!" Dorian's frantic voice echoed through the estate, his worry palpable.

As servants scurried in a hurried search, their footsteps resonating in sync with the ominous silence that enveloped the estate, Dorian's desperation escalated. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, and the once serene atmosphere now crackled with tension. Meanwhile, Killian leaned lazily against a wall, a stark contrast to the frantic pacing of the distressed father. His nonchalant demeanor, seemingly unaffected by the unfolding drama. He appeared to be more an observer of chaos than a participant in the search.

In a corner of the room, the coffin manufacturer sat in a plush chair, bewildered by the sudden panic that had gripped the once serene household. His eyes darted nervously from one end of the room to the other, as if expecting answers to manifest in the luxurious surroundings. The elegance of the room juxtaposed with the disarray of emotions, creating an atmosphere that seemed almost surreal for the mortal.

"She couldn't have left without anyone noticing," Dorian reasoned, his brow furrowed with concern. The frantic search continued, but the mansion offered no clues to the disappearance of his daughter. The air was thick with uncertainty, and the urgency of the situation hung palpably in the atmosphere. The blonde, casting a penetrating gaze at Killian, turned to the other vampire with an accusatory tone. "Why don't you do anything?"

"What is there to do?" Killian retorted haughtily. "She left. Accept it."

Anger flared within Dorian. "Accept it!?" he repeated with outrage. "My daughter is out there somewhere, alone with nobody to protect her !”

As the words lingered in his mind, Dorian's panic escalated. The memory of (Y/n)'s previous escape, when she had been attacked by a sanguini, intensified his resolve. He wouldn't let this happen once again. She was mortal, completely defenseless and weak. 

"Walking around aimlessly will not help," Killian answered with a sigh. "You may live."

Dorion looked at him, bewildered by the command before realizing the second part had been aimed at the coffin-maker who was still in the room. He turned his gaze toward the mortal, a bewildered look in his eyes as he processed Killian's command. The man, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment. Slowly, he made his way towards the exit, leaving the room as instructed by the enigmatic vampire. He had forgotten about him, his mind having focused on the girl. 

Dorian's focus, however, quickly returned to the pressing matter at hand – the whereabouts of his daughter. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart. The thought of his daughter being out there, alone in an unforgiving world, sent shivers down his spine. The once grandiose room now seemed suffocating, its walls closing in as Dorian's mind raced with worry. He couldn't fathom what his daughter might be experiencing, and the very idea that she could be subjected to unforgivable things gnawed at him. His protective instincts kicked in, overshadowing everything else.

Some people would not think twice about taking advantage of young, impressionable minds like his weak, fragile (Y/n). She was so frail; she wouldn't survive on her own. She was utterly, completely, truly alone. The child was so naive thinking that any mortal would simply take her in hearing her plight, but they wouldn't.

He felt Killian's hand on his shoulder. "Sit," he advised him while leading him to an armrest. "Your power is affecting the room; calm down."

He looked around, noticing the ice covering the place where he had been standing just moments before. "She's out there," he protested, clenching his fists, "I just can't..."

"You must stay calm," his partner said with conviction, "servants are already looking for her."

Dorian's eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and fear. Despite the efforts of the servants scouring the estate, the absence of tangible information only fueled his worry. Useless. They were all utterly useless. It was preposterous. She had left once, and now once again they managed to let her slip through them. They would pay. He would deal with them after after finding his child. He could feel the seconds ticking away, each one adding to the uncertainty surrounding his daughter's disappearance.

He shook his head and stood once again, resuming his pacing, "There are three paths she could have taken," he mused out loud." The first is the one she took during her first escapade which I doubt she would take again. She can be quite clever. The second is one more remote that leads to a nunnery, but I doubt she even knows of the existence of this path. She would have had to walk through the nearby forest for at least an out by foot to even notice it. She doesn't leave home. She knows she isn't allowed to... and yet here we are. The third one however... while long, leads to a village and if this foolish daughter of mine—"

"The carpet; you're freezing the carpet," Killian admonished while pinching the bridge of his nose. "(Y/n) is a resourceful young girl, Dorian."

He tried laughing, but it sounded wet and slightly hysterical. "Don't be ridiculous. She can't survive on her own! She's so—fragile, and helpless and she could break at any second and— and she's out there!" He gestured out the window. He collapsed on the couch, shaking his head. "And if something happens to her... if something happens to my poor child..."

Each day, she mattered so much more to him. More than she had when he had first met her on that clearing. She had made him care for her. He cared so much for her. He couldn’t just let her go. He wouldn’t forgive himself. 

If something happened to (Y/n), Dorian knew it would completely shatter him.

Dorian looked up, his eyes teary and filled with a mix of frustration, fear, and desperation. Killian, sensing the need for comfort, passed an arm around Dorian's shoulders. The touch, though subtle, carried a warmth that overcame their cold exterior. The blond vampire reacted by resting his head on his lover's shoulder, finding solace in the physical closeness. Killian's presence, like an anchor in the storm of emotions, had a way of grounding Dorian back to the present when he felt himself spiraling into the abyss of worry and uncertainty.

"Dorian," Killian whispered, "calm down, just for a second. Breathe."

He nodded, chuckling slightly at the suggestion. He didn't need to breathe. "Such a human thing to do," he commented, feeling himself calm down slightly, slowly but surely.

Killian nodded, agreeing, "You know me." He sighed softly. "Why don't we focus on something else while the servants search?"

"Like what ?' He questioned reluctantly.

"Forget the girl for now, Dorian," he suggested calmly. The words were said with a soft, yet confident voice. "I'm sure she is fine."

The bland looked up in anger at the remark. His anger grew once his icy blue eyes met Dorian's bright red ones. A cold feeling washed over him, realizing the other had tried to use a moment of emotional vulnerability against him. Leaning forward and clenching his fists, he demanded, "What did you try to do?"

Killian looked away, giving him no answer. The blond gripped his lover's arm, his nails digging in his skin. The other only flinched slightly, almost imperceptibly, "What did you try to do?" He winced, but Dorian did not care. Fury roared through his mind.

He knew his partner's power very well. Knew that he hardly used it, but knew nonetheless the signs of it. "Did you try to make me forget about her?"

His silence was enough of an answer on its own. He felt betrayed and furious at the mere idea that Killian of all people would dare to use his mind control powers on him. He was about to explode with rage, unable to understand why he would try to use them for this. Dorian had seen Killian and (Y/n) interact together, he had witnessed the bond they shared grow. He couldn't understand why the man would simply decide to let it go. One shouldn't let go of the people they cared about so easily.

Wheels turned inside his head, and realization dawned upon him. He stood up and Killian followed suit. "It is you," he accused, pointing a finger. "You let her leave.” 

While Killian neither confirmed nor denied it verbally, Dorian already knew the answer. In a surge of fury, he lunged at Killian, gripping the other's shirt threateningly as his mind spun. "Killian, you—"

"Sir," a servant entered the room, breaking the tension. "It appears she has left on horseback; one is missing."

Flashes of worst-case scenarios flooded Dorian's mind. (Y/n) could have had an accident, been attacked. The horse might have rebelled. (Y/n) didn’t know how to ride a horse; he had never taught her for that reason. So that she wouldn’t attempt anything stupid. She could be dead by now. Dead, alone, and rotting in the wilderness.

He clutched Killian's shirt with a vice-like grip, feeling wetness in his eyes and his throat tightening. "You can't—" he glowered. "You can't do this to me, Killian."

The other offered no response. His eyes were cold and held no regret. He might have left the poor child to die and he did not care. Dorian’s weak pleas were met with indifference. This was his child, his daughter. He couldn't let her be taken away from him. How dare he do this ? How could he ? "Tell me!" Dorian pleaded desperately. "Tell me where you told her to go !"

No answer. 

No reaction. 

Dorian's face fell, and he began to tremble. "You can't do this to me, Killian," he whispered weakly. "You can't..."

[cynthiakatilyn]

Having an abusive mom at childhood made my mind still bleeding

[anime-to-the-t]

[atheostic]

Christians regarding God

"He hurts me because I make him have to do it. He doesn't want to hurt me because he loves me, but I'm always disobeying him and forcing his hand."

[squiot]

LMAO

I had discord friend we talk about people who stole our stuff and she told me someone stole her idientie I was so busy I reply today she said

WHY R U SO FAVISNATED WITH MY LIFE DO U EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT I DO EVERYDAY EAT? -_-

honestly this makes me panic when I do something wrong

im trying to be supportive nice and people reply with words like this it really stresses me out </3

[family-once-said]

This page is to share my experiences through quotes with the hope to connect to those in similar pasts so that together we may grow stronger. Some might have a bit of background that may be triggering be it by mental abuse, mentions of depression/anxiety/self-h***/etc. This is not an attack, this is not to single anyone out. This is all anonymous and if you want your quote shared or if you have a question, I'd love to listen and be there for you. All anonymous if you want.

[smeetlinglord]

My ex gf **** once asked me, in the midst of herself repeatedly putting our relationship on PAUSE (which meant her not communicating with me AT ALL for a week at a time, but insisting we were still together and to be monogamous and not have any intimate contact with other people under any circumstances - this highlighted part gives additional context for the footnote) and triggering my abandonment issues, which she knew that I had from being briefed on my triggers and my responses to my triggers repeatedly and at every stage of the relationship INCLUDING before we even became a couple, AND I QUOTE,

L: “Do you feel like I’m abusing you?”

Me: “…No?”

L: “Okay…are you sure?”

Me: “Yeah…”

And that’s exactly where the conversation ended. Nothing more to this interaction. This conversation happened before the event that is mentioned in the *footnote below.

She was self aware enough to know what she was doing, but too dishonest to own up to any of it. She would later claim that I thought she was a “master manipulator.” I never once made any allusions to thinking that, nor did I ever say those words in writing or verbally. What this means is that she was wrongly assuming that I was being wrongfully assuming of her, despite no supporting evidence whatsoever. I call this move “projection.” I have borderline personality disorder and everyone thinks I’m evil with literally zero validity at all, and when I tell people this, they claim I’m a liar, with, again, zero supporting evidence. I have no history of dishonesties or discrepancies between my words and my actions in my adult life so far!

Anyway, I find these brand-new TIL discoveries very fascinating.

*footnote: She then went on to cheat on me with her best friend when she flew out to go see them in person.

[rinnyman]

(Just a small story I wrote)

No!

A short story

“No!” I screamed as I pushed Charles away with all the might I could muster. It made him stumble but he could still stand. No one seemed to notice or if they did they didn’t care. Help wasn’t coming and I knew it. Who would help a scrawny boy with shaggy chestnut brown hair that fell in his eyes, a boy who wore all black, a boy with a broken home.

I sat on that thought and knew no one would help me so I ran. I ran from Charles who had once been a good friend to me, I ran from the tears that burned my eyes and threatened to fall, I ran from my father who was always drunk, I ran from my mother who sold herself to pay for food, I ran from the pain of my bruises, and lastly I ran from myself and the pain that followed me.

I could hear Charles behind me screaming. Something along the lines of “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE RUNT!” but I couldn’t ask him to make sure. If I stopped he would surely get me. I wasn’t very athletic but I was skinny so I could hide in tight spaces. That skill comes in handy when my dad is home.

The doors to the school were within sight and soon they would open to let me out of this wretched place into a world where no one cared about anyone but themselves. This town was a place no one stayed in long enough to really care about. No one truly called it home and those that did were usually rich or had enough money to live off of. But for those who were barely able to afford dinner this place was Hell on Earth. My mother says she only stays because I have spent most of my life here.

But I know it’s because dad won’t let her leave even though they aren’t married and she has full custody of me. We could leave and be free from my dad but she still has faith in him. She thinks he can get better. Her hope is so out of place and abnormal that I cherish it and long for time with her. I just wish I could be at home with her arms around me like when I was little and have her tell me things will get better.

In my deep thought I hadn’t seen where I was running until I tripped and realized I was in the graveyard. I stood up and dusted myself off knowing that Charles hated this place. It was quiet here, kind of serene and calming. My mind soon wanders and begins to think slower, more at ease. I find a tree that looks old and gnarled but as if it has cared for those it has seen in this place.

Soon my legs grow tired and I lay against the tree. Though it had looked rough it was comforting to feel the moss against my skin. My eyes fluttered closed and reality drifted off to the warm, dark embrace of sleep.

I awoke to flashlights flickering and moving around but my eyes refused to open. I felt cold and heavy but oddly I felt warm and light at the same time. Soon I heard my mom cry out in anguish as they saw me against the tree. I wanted to hug her but my arms did not move to my will.

Only then did I notice the pain in my chest. Only then did I notice I was not with them but with those among the graves. NO! My mind howled and thrashed against the prison of being dead. Soon I could feel the arms that were around me.

“Jamey! No! My baby boy please stay with me. Please just breathe for mommy.” My mother’s voice shook and broke with tears. I tried so hard to make air come down my throat and enter my lungs. I fought for her and her alone knowing I couldn’t leave her with Malick. He wasn’t who was best for her but she had stayed with him for me. She fought to keep me from him and protect me.

Soon I heard a gruff noise coming from a little farther away and I realized that Malick was here. He tried to drag my mother away from me but I reached my hand up and murmured “No. Stay.” It was so quiet I thought she wouldn’t have heard it but she did and fought against my father to get to me. The nearest officer saw this and pulled Malick away saying that my mom should stay with me.

Malick grimaced and turned but before he left he called over his shoulder to my mom “Talia this isn’t over. I will talk with you after you get home.” My mom flinched but still held my hand comfortingly and whispered sweet little lies of it being okay. The ambulance ride was long and tiring though I had just woken up from a nap. “M..mom?” I cracked out as my eyes opened. She looked up and smiled.

“Yes sweety?”

“Ho-” My voice went out but I tried again. “How long have I been sleeping?”

Her golden eyes brimmed with fresh tears “Sweety you were missing for four weeks. How do you not remember?”

My eyes, golden like hers, widened and grew scared. “F-four weeks? But I just fell asleep by that tree yesterday after running from Charles”

“No sweety that was four weeks ago. When you didn’t come home I got worried and went out to look for you but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” Her sweet voice was broken and full of fear. “We thought that you were dead when we found you but the wound had missed your heart just barely”

Tears stung my eyes and I didn’t care. I let them fall because I knew my mom wouldn’t judge me like my dad did. She was nice and caring unlike Malick. As I cried she held my hand and comforted me all the way to the hospital where they kept me for three days. I have since returned to school and as I am writing this I will say things have gotten better.

Me and my mom finally got our own home in another town and she got a job at a company where the pay is good. A few weeks ago she came home with a smile and a man stepped in behind her.

“Jamey?”

I turn my head to look up over my shoulder, my attention diverted from my paused game "Yeah mom?"

Gesturing to the man she responds softly “This is Jason. He wanted to take us to dinner tonight. Do you want to come?” I know she was only asking to see if I was comfortable with him and I knew he made her happy just by the look on her face so I nodded and agreed to go. Her smile got brighter and was mirrored by her eyes. We got ready and left about an hour later to eat at some new restaurant across town which was nice.

Since then Jason has become a regular thing in this house. He seems to understand how I feel about guys with my mom so he takes it slow. It’s nice to see her happy so I guess I should be too. Jason talks to me to see what I am comfortable with and what I don’t like, he’s respectful. I like him. I wonder if they are going to get married. But all’s well that ends well. Maybe someday I can look back on this and laugh or even write about it without a feeling of dread spearing through my gut.

[ravenousnightwind]

One big thing I realized about my life is that people tried to abuse me. Then, when I lashed out at them, I was told I was bad. Bad boy bad guy bad student. Bad bad he crazy he not right in head. Cuz yelling and flipping desks and bowls and shoving shit off is inappropriate. All could been avoided if treated like person. All could be peaceful if not tried to manipulate and abuse. But they did, then blamed me for doing what they never said actually happened.

[cynthiakatilyn]

After midnight, when all the painful memories in past go back to find me like an old movies won big prizes that never die.

[mae-chelle]

....while others are so mean,,, #workplace #abusivebehavior #abusivelanguage #abusiveboss https://www.instagram.com/p/ClppMnNJia1omY6pe0M5lxJgTw0ROciwOOhcMM0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[0ut0f-this-w0rld-blog]

Proud in Vain

So what’s up with people these days abusing the word “proud”. It’s like a baby is born and they are already proud of the baby. Why is this world so superficial? Use the word proud where it is actually meant to be used and don’t throw it around randomly. I get so irritated when this one family member says how they are “proud” of me, but then that’s the same person who throws around the word proud to any random person, whether they personally know them or not. 

[nulease]

What are the Advantages of Domestic Violence Counseling?

This blog is here to introduce you to a very common problem that has very less awareness in society, which is called domestic violence. People often prefer staying in an abusive relationship to speaking against it. The victims often stay quiet out of fear and shame and eventually the abuser starts controlling their lives. It becomes difficult for the victims to get over the situation and seek help. That is why, science and medicine has come up with a solution: counseling. It helps victims with therapies like individual counseling or support groups. So, here we are to talk about the different kinds of abuse that people face and how counseling can bring a change in their lives and mental health. Let us dive into this blog and learn more about this topic! More information: Domestic Violence Counseling

[stupendouscollectorstrawberryus]

Against PM Modi , Abused Language written on the walls of Una in Hindi 

[creatorspoint]

Effect of your behaviour

Effect of your behaviour : a blog post about the effect of your bad baviour #blog #blogger

does it ever happen to you that the words you have said and the way you spoke hurt the listener’s or other person’s sentiments deeply or badly? It is a thing that has happened to each and every one in their life.It has happened to me several times.( if this neve happened to you ?…. wait a second how did you do that?? I want to know) (more…)

[koradanews]

ఎమ్మెల్యే అయితే బూతులు తిట్టేస్తారా? ప్రజాసేవ అంటే ఇదేనా?

parigi-mla-ram-mohan-reddy-abusive-language-on-lineman #rammohanreddy #parigimla #rangareddy #abusivelanguage #warning #lineman #currentbill #koradanews

ప్రజాప్రతినిధులు ఎంత నీతిమంతులో అందరికీ తెలిసిందే. వారి మాటలకు, చేష్టలకు అస్సలు పొంతన ఉండదు. ఎన్నికలకు ముందు ఒక మాట, గెలిచాక మరో మాట మాట్లాడటం రాజకీయనాయకులకు వెన్నతో పెట్టి విద్య అన్నది ప్రజల అభిప్రాయం. ప్రజాసేవ కోసమే పాలిటిక్స్ లోకి వచ్చామని చెప్పుకునే పొలిటీషియన్లు.. ఆ తర్వాత ఏం వెలగబెడుతున్నారో అంతా చూస్తూనే ఉన్నారు. ఇకపోతే ఎమ్మెల్యే అయినా, ఎమ్మెల్సీ అయినా, ఎంపీ అయినా.. రూల్స్, రెగులేషన్స్ ను…