•your dead emerald eyes●《Chris Afton x reader fanfic》 ¤▪︎female▪︎¤

~chapter 11~

I'm hoping that this chapter is going to be quite long, Anyways this chapter comes from the idea from |

@ShadowFreddy24 thanks so much for the Idea I'm having severe writers block XD

I was woken to the sound of Mother stumbling around downstairs. I slide out of bed and check the time. It was almost 2 am. I quietly tip toe down the stairs to Mothers side.

"Mother? Do you need any help?" I ask her, she turns to me her eyes red, sore and bloodshot. She grunts. Oh no. Steven.

"Did Steven dump you?" I ask quietly. She looks mad. She stares at me for what seems like forever until I break the silence

"Do you want to talk about it while I make you something to eat?" I ask as I get a glass to put some water in for her. She ignores me and slumps onto the dining room chair.

"Make it snappy, I want to sleep, Oh and did you do your chores, the floor by the door looks messy there's some crumbs" She barks. Oh that'll be from Stacey's midnight snack. I smile

"Sorry mother that will be Stacey's blueberry wafer that she had for her midnight hunger" I explain. My mother, if she could growl would be.

"Oh so now you blame it on Your SISTER?!" I look behind me at my mother who slams her fist against the table. I flinch.

"Please mother, you'll wake her up" I whimper. When she was in this sort of mood I was sure to get at least one injury most of the time more.

"NO, ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT IF YOU HADNT HAVE BEEN BORN WE WOULDNT BE LIVING IN THIS DUMP AND ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR FATHER DIED, IF I WERENT PREGNANT WITH YOU I WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO PROTECT YOUR FATHER!" She yells. Upstairs Stacey starts to cry. Mother slaps me really hard. Was she right? Was it my fault? yes, She's right...

"Tell that good for nothing child to shut the fuck up, Where's that damn food?" I quickly serve the lasagne onto a plate and hand it to her with a glass of water, She throws it at me.

"Replace that with a whisky, a big glass." I grab a glass and pour the cheap whisky from the cupboard in and hand it to her. Then I sprint up the stairs and into my room to the cot that sat in the corner. Stacey was kicking and crying her eyes red. I lift her out of the crib and put a (I searched what a dummy was in American XD) pacifier in her mouth she clams down and sucks on it slowly drifting back to sleep I rock her and sing her calming lullabies not only to calm her but to calm myself too, I had started crying. I didn't hear mother come up behind me.

" Shut up, go mop the floor downstairs and wash the dishes I used then I want you to go to the 24/7 and get me some more alcohol I don't care what just something to drink." I was breathing heavily. I've got to say it. I take a deep breath as I place Stacey back in her cot.

"Mother, they wont sell it to me... I'm too young" She stares at me.

"What did you say?" I whimper.

"I-I c-cant get a-any I-I-I'm too y-yo-oung" I stammer. I squeeze my eyes shut. Mother grabs my hair and pushes me up against the wall she punches me causing my head to slam against the wall. I cry. It hurts! She slaps me again.

"You are the utter most disappointing child ever, What did I do to be damned with you?" She slams my head against the wall causing it to bleed a bit. She looks at my head

"Hmph, maybe you'll learn to do as I say" She says then throws me to the side and walks out of the room. My head was throbbing and the room was spinning. I curl up into a ball and cry into my knees. After about five minutes the room stops spinning and I force myself to do what mother had asked me. I lean on the banister on the way down the stairs to stop myself from collapsing. I grab the mop from the kitchen cabinet and start moping the floor. Mother walks in and puts her hand on my arm.