Ever since I could remember I was always told not to get involved with bad things...you know stealing, cursing, lies, murder. The normal things teenagers are told to stay away from. Except I was never told that with a drug addicted crazy mom I was never spoken to about 'bad' things.
But today, my sixteenth birthday was out of line.
I woke like any other day.
I rolled out of my bed in my red lace thong and almost invisible tiny triangle bra. I walked over to my dusty wardrobe and chose a normal comfy outfit, I wasn't feeling too glamorous for my birthday.
I picked out hot pink booty shorts that were a size too small and a tiny black tank top. I also slipped on my favourite chunky Filas.
"You finally awake!?" I heard my mom call as I ran downstairs.
"Yes mom" I said rolling my eyes.
I began to make some toast for breakfast, I had to use stale bread that had been left open. Mom never remembered to go grocery shopping. I mean she's always busy with new hot dates, one night stands, parties, drinking, drugs or the occasional police occurrence for driving under the influence. Even though I don't know how it's even classified as driving when my mom owns a 17 year old car with the backseats ripped out and a window that's been unable to roll up since I could remember.
But that's when I looked down and saw her bright red stilettos and knew she would be going out again tonight.
"Can you please stay for my birthday atleast" I searched her tired eyes trying to determine her answer.
"You know how busy I am dear" she said with little empathy.
Yeah, 'busy' getting black out drunk somewhere in the middle of LA.
"Do I get a present at least?"
"Unless you want to come with me, no" mom laughed.
I didn't reply and took my hot toast out of the toaster, pulled an old wooden seat out from under the table and began to eat in silence.
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Dirty Crime Life (dreamwastaken x reader)
FanfictionY/N lives a normal life on the outside but on the inside she finds out something she could never tell anyone.
