Ranboo angst

Cigarette burns

Hello! This obviously contains a method of self harm. If you are sensetive in anyway to the topic I suggest not reading this. Thank you and enjoy!

Tw:
Self harm
Verbal abuse
Physical abuse
Child labour sort of
Cigarettes
Violence
Swearing

Ranboo's POV:

The school bell rang behind me as I exited the building in a hurry. Mother got off of work at 5:00 pm. That meant I need to go quickly so that I'd be able to finish the chores. I couldn't risk being hit again, last time ended in me passing out and waking up at a hospital. Speaking of which, if I run fast enough I might be able to have more time to myself.

Time skip. At home:

Walking through the door and closing the door behind me , I saw how much of a wreck it was in here. Pulling out my phone, I saw that it was now 3:45. So if I put the food in the oven now it will be done on time.

Hurriedly, I entered the kitchen before making some spaghetti bolognese. Putting the dry spaghetti in a pan and pouring boiling water into it, I began to make the sauce. Soon enough, I filtered the water with a colander. Laying the dish on two plates, I covered them with foil before getting back to the other chores.

Starting in mother's bedroom, I began to pick up all of the laundry from around the house. Once I had done that, I put them in the washing machine before closing the round door and pressing a few buttons.

Switching on the automatic vacuum, I went to empty the trash.

Taking out the large black bag from the bin; I carried it effortlessly out the front door and placed it in one of the wheelie bins.

Getting back inside of my house, I quickly locked the door behind me and placed the key on the kitchen. Grabbing the small portion of food I had made for myself, I returned to my room. As if on cue, the sound of a rusty engine could be heard from the driveway. This signalled that that devilish woman had returned.

Quietly but quickly, I pulled forth the lock on my door with a faint click. Continuing to eat the last bite of my food, the fiddling of a key could be heard below me.

She's home..

I will put the plate downstairs later. She should go to some pub soon enough. Give it thirty minutes and she would be gone again. Father was most likely going to get home at around 08:00pm. Which means the regular beating I recieve for legitimately no reason.

I can go and talk to Tubbo while he streams for a bit before I go downstairs.

Powering up my PC, I run my hands through my messy hair before joining Tubbo's discord call. In the call was none other than Ph1lza Minecraft, creator of Minecraft itself.

"Hello!" I say.

"Hey mate" Phil responds

"MEMORY BOYY"

Tubbo yells, excitement evitent in his voice.

"What are you two doing?" I ask.

"Well memory boy, Phil was explaining to me how to unscuff my mic. But I'm doing a lore stream so we can't meme around today" Tubbo answered.

"Oh, okay then."

I say, hiding the disappointment in my voice. I can talk to Phil for a bit then but I'll have to switch to my phone so I can get things done.

"Well then, Phil would you like to talk for a bit?"

I ask the only adult in the call, hoping he agrees. Alas, he was going to watch a movie with his wife, Kristen.

"Oh, okay then! Bye you two have fun!" I say before leaving the call.

Not bothering to turn my PC off, I took my plate downstairs and placed it carefully into the dishwasher along with the other dirty cooking equipment. I assume that mother must have left again considering she wasn't passed out on the couch.

As I was about to clamber back upstairs, my eyes caught a small box on the counter.

Cigarettes, I heard burning yourself with one was quite satisfying. I'm sure mothercwould be too drunk to notice one missing. Taking one, along with a lighter, I walked into the bathroom and stationed myself near the sink.

Before lighting it, I closed the door behind me and opened all the windows. That would prevent the fire alarm going off.

Placing it in my mouth, I picked up the lighter once more. Flicking the small switch on the plastic, I push my thumb down. A small flame was now apparent. Bringing it up to the cigarrete, I ignited the end before inhaling.

Coughing violently, I took it out of my mouth. Watching the flame become embers, I placed it on the skin on my stomach. The sensation felt too good to resist. I repeated the action with the same cigarette until it was reduced to a small bud in between my finger tips.

Several burns were littered across my stomach as they began to blister harshly. My fingers were singed from holding the flaming roll of paper.

After I had placed the lighter back, I heard my front door unlock. I knew what was going to happen..

Bottle up the tears, if you cry he'll be more violent.

I closed my eyes only to be met with a harsh kick to my stomach. My father (a 6,6 male) towered above me, beating me senseless. He landed multiple kicks to my ribs before he shoved my face into the cold tiles beneath me. My eyes still scrunched closed.

"NEXT TIME, I'LL FUCKING BEAT YOU TO A PULP RANBOO, be lucky I have places to be.."

The harsh slam of a door could be heard along with the starting of an engine. He's gone again, most likely to go hook up with another whore.

Rushing back upstairs, I returned to my computer, only to find Phil in my vc. I swear I left.. Wait.. Did he hear anything?

I put my headphones back on before adding a kind greeting.

"Mate, what the fuck did I just overhear?!"

The mans startled voice held plenty of emotions.

He was concerned?

He cares?

Was he angry at me?

I was about to speak before Phil spoke first.

"Don't even make excuses, I know what I heard." He stated.

A deep breath was heard until he spoke again.

"Pack your things kid, I'm catching the soonest flight over there. We can stay at Techno's for a bit until I can book flights back. Okay?"

Ph1lza's POV:

I've already decided, I am 100% adopting this kid once I file a report on those shit heads.

Thank you for reading this. I'll make it clear again, this is not real. On a better note, I am proud of you. I love you! Hope you have a great day or night. Goodbye!