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Filler Chapter

So yea this was supposed to be out before Christmas but I got lazy and I had to go to the beach twice and got beach depression.
Where u start to miss the beach and everything but it's getting colder now so I'm think I'm good I had my fun and whatever but anyways let's get into Y/n backstory.
It's a bit based off my childhood or what I can remember of it so I hope u enjoy ☺️.
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(When she was five and her older brother was 2 years older than her and their elder sister was a bit older)

Y/n point of view

"Hey sis do you know why daddy leaves home every night," I asked. "Y/n it's nothing you need to worry about dad still comes back at the end of the day right," she said. I nodded and my elder sister gave me a warm smile. If only I knew what secrets came behind that warm smile of hers. Soon dad stopped coming home completely and it was only me, my siblings, and mom. We try not to bother mom too much because she is always tired from work.

As we grew up mom and dad started arguing with each other where they would say to turn our TVs loud. So we wouldn't hear them screaming at each other. Soon it got a little too common for them to yell. We would be locked in our room for hours listening to the booming of our TVs over the yelling of our parents.

I was still too young to understand why...why are they yelling at each other can't they make up and we can be a happy family. That wish it was far.. Far from coming true. I used to sneak into my brother or older sister's room to be cuddled and reassured. The sound of their voice soothes my nerves.

Soon I had enough of the yelling and hiding away so I confronted them about it. As I try to explain my feelings but also big sis and bros feelings. It all went to dust as they just started another argument over something not adult but us..

I tried to reason with them but it all ended in tears and yells. As I sobbed with tears streaming down my face my mother pushed me into my brother's room. He was watching TVs and sitting on the bed.

He got used to the yelling and screaming. Maybe too used to it if you asked me now. My brother picked me up and hugged me as I cried snot and slob all over his clothes. Little did I know the crying was slowly stopping and I started to get sleepy. Before my vision faded to darkness I saw my brother changing his now dirty shirt to another one and rubbing my head.

As time passed the same actions repeat and repeat themselves and I was close to giving up. Until they made a decision to separate for a bit. My mom continued to live in the town while my dad moved to the countryside.

At first I didn't like the countryside because it smelled like poop and farm animals. As I visited my dad more often I got used to the smell and started to love the animals.

Soon that all came to an end as my parents got back together with my dad. It started getting better. Life was more comfy and I thought we were once returning to what we were. Little did I know it all was soon coming crashing down. My wish of being a "regular family" would happen, crashing down like building blocks.

The arguing soon came back and so did the long nights and locked away days. How a fun and calming atmosphere can change amazed me. I was getting tired of these arguments, tired of waking up in the middle of the night from yelling. When I was younger I always used to call my grandmother. Maybe, just maybe she can help us become a regular family or a working one. Either one at this point would help. But, just like my dad and mother my grandmother didn't help at all. "All she could ever say is it'll get better they're aren't yelling they're talking just go in your room and turn up the TVs," She told me.

I had enougso I decided to have enough of these sleepless nights. So one night when I was maybe five or six. I went into my parents bedroom peeking through the door which shined bright from the room light illuminating on the hallway floor. As I opened the door there I saw my dad with his hand in the air. Looking as if he was ready to hit my mom at any point and time. Even though my mom was the sweetest thing she was not a woman you would want to get on the bad side of. I consider my mom now as what you call a dominating lady. My mom looked in my father's face with a fierce look.

A look that said as soon as you put that hand on me your life here is over. I walked over and pushed my dad. "You better not been planning to hit my mom," I said. As he was now looking at me processing what happened. My mom was telling me to go back to my room. "No, I'm not going back, I had enough of this," I said. As my mom and dad stood there dazzled at what I said. "If only you knew what you're putting us through, you're not the only ones struggling here you know that," I yelled. "You and dad can never get along and you stay arguing about the dumbest stuff can't y'all just get along, if this is going to keep happening it's best if you stay separate," I said. I had tears in my eyes, my little outburst my parents went to sleep and I left their room.

But, now that I look back, life taught me things that school, family, parents could never teach me. Life is a roller coaster filled with emotions and trials that are hard. You'll go through most of the toughest shit and nobody will be there for you. So you have to learn to live and cope with yourself before anything else. Life is what you make it so don't listen to other people bullshit even if it's your parents because it's your life. It's fine to be selfish so don't be sad or angry at what other people say. Why because you always have in your head. This is my life and life is short why the fuck spend it worrying about others when you're the baddest bitch of them all.

Y/N: And that's on what boys

Boxer & Sock: Periodt

Garter Belt: Ahah I taught them that NOW BACK TO WORK

Y/n, Boxer, and Sock: *Sigh* fine Merry Christmas and Happy New Year