Whitney x Male Reader (@^v^)

Part 1: Out

You grunt in pain as your back hits the pavement in front of your porch. "A Rockstar? YOU WANT TO BECOME A ROCKSTAR!!?" You slowly look up to see your dad's face filled with anger. "ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHIN!?" "YOU THINK BECOMING A ROCKSTAR IS GOING TO DO YOU ANY GOOD!?!" You flinch from the yelling, still in a bit of pain considering your back hit the ground pretty hard. "You are supposed to follow OUR dreams. Like becoming a doctor or an office worker," Your mom says, her voice not as loud and angry as your dad's. "Rockstars and Rappers are druggies and junkies and I'm not going to let you turn into them." You roll your eyes ignoring your moms conspiracy theories she got from some crappy wikipedia site. "You think this is a laughing matter!? Your dad exclaims. He lifts you up by the collar of your shirt and brings you close to his face. You stutter saying, "I-I wasn't l-l-laughing dad, I s-swea-" You feel your dad's fist connect with your face. You yell in pain and begin heaving heavily. Your dad's no scrawny guy either. He works for a construction company and all of the pipes and metals he has carried have caused him to become more muscular over the years. Your dad not wanting to deal with you throws you onto the pavement again, this time the side of your face hitting the concrete. You begin cursing under your breath as you struggle to get up. Before you can get up on your knees at least, you hear your mom sigh and say, "You have 10 minutes to get all of your stuff." "And you better not steal any of our stuff or else you'll get even WORSE of a beating." You could hear the venom in her voice when she said that. "Yes m-ma'am," you manage to say. You run inside quickly to gather all the things you'll need. You come back out with just your bookbag and a plastic bag filled with food. "You got everything you need?" Your dad hisses out. You nod still shaking from your dad's fist hitting your face. "Good, now, me and your mother don't EVER want to see your face near our house." "Actually, I DON'T EVEN CONSIDER YOU MY CHILD ANYMORE!!" Your eyes widen at the words that just came out of your dad's mouth. "Me, too. Your a disgrace to our family," your mom says glaring at you. You feel tears prick the ends of your eyes. Your face soon scrunches up into a furious look. "FINE! I DON'T CARE IF YOU KICK ME OUT! YOU GUYS ARE CRAPPY EXCUSES FOR PARENTS ANYWAY!! YOU CAN'T EVEN SUPPORT MY DREAMS OF BECOMING A SINGER! WHAT TYPE OF PARENTS ARE YOU!!!?? You quickly turn around and run off into the street, never to be seen by your parents or neighbours again.