Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Don't Listen To A Word He Says

Hi, I'm Noah Raleigh Gray. I'm 13 years old and the eldest sibling of 5 children from Andre and Leigh-Anne Gray: I have 3 younger brothers and 2 identical twin sisters named Marcus Ethan Gray who's 9, Ollie Jonah Gray who's 5, Tobias William Gray who's 4 and Ava Kaitlyn and Amara Kaydalin Gray whom are 1.

Noah's POV: Another night of  screaming and shouting coming from mum and dad's room. Another night of having all of my siblings terrified and huddled against me.
"Leigh-Anne, for the last fucking time! I didn't sleep with her!" Dad yells at the top of his lungs, making the walls shake in fear. I feel Toby cuddle into me furthur. I stroke their heads comfortingly as the yelling continues.
"Why are they always fighting?!" Ollie questions whilst in tears, I stay in silence and just pull them closer and cover their ears. The sounds of my youngest sisters cries rips my heart in two, and then it stops, all the insanely loud yelling stops for one night but this night is different. We hear the front door slam loudly and hear dads car's engine revving and watch as our father leaves with his bags. I lift up my twin sisters and carry them into their bedrooms, after settling down and falling asleep. I tuck Ollie and Toby into bed before heading to mum and dad's room with Marcus.

We open the door and see our mum in tears, cleaning up a broken bottle which looks identical to the one that dad carries around a lot.
"Mummy, you alright?" Marcus asks her, worried. She nods and wipes away her tears.
"Yeah, I'm alright boys" She lies, but how can you blame her? She's a working mother with a husband who doesn't seem to love her.
"Mum, you aren't telling truth, aren't you?" I ask her and she hesitantly shakes her head.
"This may be hard to hear but, tonight's argument has been the last straw between me and your dad, he's gone forever." She tells us before tearing up some more. The tears transfer onto our faces too. Our dad is gone!
"So, you and daddy aren't together anymore?" Marcus asks, sadly. Mum shakes her head before coming over and pulling the two of us into a hug.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" I ask her and she just tells us "Just behave from now on because for a few weeks, I might seem a little different.".

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