His Precious Present

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

You were both in bed at night after dinner and a movie. Which didn't last long when he started kissing your neck throughout the whole first half of the movie.

You were laying in bed but couldn't sleep. Thoughts running through your mind about home, and "home".

All of a sudden your phone screen lit up. The brightness surprised you and you grabbed the device off the nightstand before the light woke up Tom. You slightly slipped away from under his arm and he grumbled and turned around in the bed. Softly snoring.

You smile to yourself, then return your attention back to your phone.

The notification was from your younger sister.

Your mouth split open and you were shocked.

She hadn't messaged you in a while since you told her and your younger brother you were leaving in the middle of the night after the fight.

They were the only people alongside your best friend who you told about your leave.

Your siblings respected your decision to want to get out. And she had contacted you until now.

Your stomach was churning. Something had to be really wrong.

You: Evelyn what's wrong?

E: Please call me.

You turned to look at Tom who was sleeping completely. You slid out of bed and went out to the hallway. Shutting the door behind you.

You hesitantly click the call button on the phone and it starts ringing.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Evy?" You say.

"Oh y/n! How are you? Are you okay?" She sounded worried.

"Yes I'm fine, what about you? Are you alright?" you whisper.

"Not so much. Mom's throwing a temper tantrum and she's breaking everything in the house, she's getting scary angry and pissed at everyone." your heart dropped.

"Did she hurt you guys?" your voice dropped.

"No, no, she wouldn't do that," But she would.

She had. Before. Before the other two were born and you were a very little girl. Your mother had some severe ways of getting rid of anger. Mainly using your little self as a punching bag for her issues. She used to hit you a lot. For every little thing you did wrong; even if you were a little child. She had no problem beating the hell out of you and calling you the worst names. Picking on your body and smarts. Always saying that you were stupid and ugly. Calling it "advice" on how you should grow, but never for what it truly was. Abuse.

She however stopped the hitting when she had Evelyn. But she never learned to shut her mouth. So she thought she had grown as a mother but she was still doing a major part of the painful things she did to you as a child.

You had lived your life in fear of what she thought but also in fear of how she would react. In fear of if she would start hitting you again.

Evy and Liam didn't know how horrible their mother truly was. She was a monster of rage and abuse. They only got the half of it. Literally.

"Are you scared?" you ask, seriously.

"A little, but I'm not trying to rush you home-"

"I'm coming home," you cut her off.

"Y/n you can't-"

"End of discussion, I'm packing right now," You start down the hallway to your room. Rushing in and throwing your stuff back into your bags.