Hey guys, My name’s Favour. I’m 19 now and a year ago, I got a ridiculous tattoodone on the craziest part of my body to piss off my parents.
My parents were always really strict. Like, super strict. I couldn’t hang out with certain friends because they had a “bad influence”on me. I had no sleepovers. I always had to be home at 6 pm Everybody was enjoying their time, partying, socializing, exploring different places and finding themselves. what infuriated me the most was that they were completely different with my brother. He’d go to parties and stay at his friends’ overnight. They’d keep telling me that it’s not how girls should act. Girls should stay humble and pure. Yeah, right. So when I reached 18...I just snapped.
It started with small things. They usually controlled how I dressed, they had to approve every little thing I wore to school. So, I’d put revealing clothes in my backpack and I’d change in the school bathroom. It felt so good to finally break out of my shell that I started to do more things that I liked. I’d lie to them and instead of studying in the library, I’d go to meet my friends.But back then, I tried to keep my little rebellion a secret.
I started dating this guy that my friends introduced me to Peter He was super cool, he had tattoos all over and rode a motorcycle.So, one time he drove me home and they saw him. My mom went out, started yelling, lashing out at him, calling him names and threatening that she’s gonna call the police if she sees him again. I laughed, told her “good luck with that,'' hopped on the motorcycle again and we drove away. I heard my mom shouting like crazy from the distance and it felt sooo good. I felt free. But my adventures didn’t end there.
We went to his home and stayed there for the whole evening. My parents wrote me like a dozen messages, “You have 5 minutes. If you don’t come back, don’t bother coming home at all”. I read them out loud to Dean and we laughed. And then I saw a tattoo machineon the table in peters ’s home. And I had an amazing idea!
He told me that he does tattoos on his friends in his home, so I suggested, why not do it on me? Even better, why not do it somewhere he’s never done before, like just a little bit below my Belly. He got excited, too. We decided it should be a pair of wingssince I was finally free. He started tattooing. And… I nearly cried. It hurt! It hurt so much. But I didn’t want to be seen as a cry-baby, so I tried to suffer in silence. After a couple of hours, it was done. And, honestly, I’ve never felt more alive and happy. But then, we heard a car pull up. I looked through the window and saw my parents. What the hell?
My Boyfriend Was Scared He Was Shaking Saying I don't want problems and I don't want no issues with the police,Then I decided To Talk to them alone. I was slapped immediately and Pushed inside the car I was so angry, I found out that they asked my brother for my boyfriend's address and that's how they found me, I'll Do My Own Back I said to myself. I got home and my parents started Shouting as usual but I didn't care, I walked into my room and suddenly they locked my Door, I was Angry as Hell,This is Imprisonment This Is Wrong!
I Woke up the next morning with An Itch so bad I felt like dying it was red and swollen,I Tried showering and even called my boyfriend but he didn't pick up
Okay I can do this I can survive, That's the last thing I remembered before I passed out and found myself at the hospital, The Doctor's were asking questions but I was too Embarrassed to say anything but I eventually did and they said my tattoo was infected but I'll get better soon. After taking antibioticsand lots of fruits I got better and told my parents about it, they were Furious but they couldn't do anything about it because it's permanent. Eventually I went home and everything because normal even tho they still cage me I'm happy I wasn't Thrown out of the house.
So What would you do if your Child had a Tattoo?
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