Warning: This chapter is about domestic abuse so if you're not comfortable reading about that then maybe skip this chapter. It's probably nowhere near an accurate representation of how domestic abuse really is but I've tried my best. Oh and there are some swears too if you're ok with that.
The day before, when Corey gets home:
"Why the fuck did you do that?!" Sheila Feldman screamed at her fourteen-year-old son. "You're supposed to be working! You know I need that money and if that little bitch is with you then you'll be distracted! Don't you DARE get fired from another movie set, I'll kill you. I swear, I'll kill you!"
Corey knew she meant it. Corey knew she would kill him, or at least she'd try. But he couldn't let his mom call his best friend names like that. That is, if she even wanted to be his friend anymore after she found out what his mom was like in person. He knew he had to say something, even if it had consequences for him later.
"All you care about is money! And you don't even make it for yourself! You just use me, your own child, as some sort of child-slave because you're too lazy to work for yourself! You don't even care about me, and don't ever call Y/n a bitch! She's been a bigger part of my life in two years than you'll ever be!" he was going to regret that. He could tell by the look on his mother's face as she reached for the nearest object to hit him with.
Corey didn't want to remember anymore about that night. He wondered how much makeup it would take to disguise the bruising around his right eye and cheekbone. He'd just have to tell Y/n he ran into a door or something...
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A/N: I genuinely feel like this whole story isn't any good, but especially this chapter, if you've been reading since the first chapter then thank you!
