⚠️This story contains smut, drugs, bad language, violence and s3l7 h@r|\/|.⚠️
I do not own any of these characters, only the story and the writing is mine.
Written from 24 Feb - 10 Mar
You were minding your own business, sitting in an alleyway. You...
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"Mommy!" You sat up, seeing your mom running up to you. Your smile was even brighter, and you ran over to her, and jumped into her arms. She didn't hug you back.
"I thought I told you not to run around by yourself," Your mom smiled. "Honey! I found her!" She shouted behind her.
"You did? Finally." Your father scoffed. A frown came across your mothers face.
"Daddy! Daddy!" You called out to him, and jumped up and down, laughing and giggling. "Eh? What do you want you little squirt?" Your father's face scrunched up when he saw you. "I don't want a child like you. You're 8 and your quirk still hasn't developed. It's embarrassing." He face palmed.
Your smile slowly curved into a frown. "I'm sorry daddy..." You mumbled as you walked back into your house. Walking up to your room, you tripped over the carpet and fell down the stairs, cutting your leg open.
You closed your eyes and saw your father hitting your mom. "M-mommy?" You opened your eyes in shock.
You closed them once again, and saw your father kick your mom in the stomach. "N-NO! MOMMY!"
You screamed and cried.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT!?" Your father walked in the room, his hand raised.
He was going to hit you.
His hand swung downwards, and you opened your eyes, to see your mother laying infront of you, a large red mark across her cheek.
Your dad just hit your mom. Right infront of you.
His face scrunched up, as he spat at your mom.
"Pathetic." He growled, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
"Mommy?" You went to touch her, but she slapped your hand away. "IT'S YOUR FAULT, Y/N! WHY DID I HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH TO YOU!? I HATE YOU! YOU'RE SO USELESS! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YO-" Your mother paused herself.
You stood there, wide eyed. Tears pouring down your face and dripping onto the floor. You couldn't stand anymore, your brain needed to process.
You fell onto the floor, your knees scraped from you falling over earlier. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be like this mommy, I promise. I don't want to hurt you!" You looked up at her crying even harder.
Blood was dripping from your legs. Your heart hurt. You weren't crying because of your knees. You were terrified. They didn't love you? ₩ⱧɎ ₦Ø₮?
"I don't care." You mother simply replied. She walked off not sparing you another look.
You ran upstairs and into your room and cried into your pillow.
