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the slip

Y/n pov

I wake up to muffled shouts from down stairs and things breaking. As usual, my mom and her new boyfriend are arguing about something.

I turned over with a sigh and checked what time it was. 6:30 in the fucking morning, they wanna start this shit at the ass crack of dawn for what, just so they could have makeup sex.

Things were always bad in this family, mom and dad were in an abusive and toxic relationship, me getting into trouble and all that jazz. Not to memeion what the hell they'd do to me. But when dad died things got a whole lot worse.

My mom would would go to parties and come home piss poor drunk with some random guy she just met. She ended up losing her job and couldn't pay bills and nobody would give her money or let us stay with them so we were assed out until we came upon something.

Thats where I come into play, you see I'm not what the average person would call normal, far from it actually. In fact I believe I hold the world record for carrying the most disorders and body problems and shit like that.

If I would tell name everything thats 'wrong' with me but that takes to much time and that's something I don't have much of. Anyways I'm smart like really smart especially for my age.

I graduated collage at age 5 and I have a higher IQ than Tony stark. And I'm a damn good fighter. Thats where all the money comes from. I fight every night and I work at a warehouse from 8 to 4 then I help out at the orphanage and veteran homes. And after all thats done I fight.

Thats how it is for people like me, we don't get help or hand outs, we do what we gotta do to survive.

With a tired sigh I get up off my mattress and head towards my closet I throw on some light grey sweats, plain black shirt, my high top black Air Forces, and black and white California hoodie then I grab my keys from under my pillow and go down stairs.

I just about made it to the front door when I heard the distant creaking of foot steps from upstairs. ''Y/n! That you?" My mom said. "Yeah! In bout to head out." I said hoping that she didn't ask questions. "Where the fuck you goin bitch? Not that I actually give a fuck but still." She said in a snarky tone.

Of corse she gotta ask where I'm going, but this time she sounds different. I can't place my finger on it. More motherly? And she's not drunk, so I don't know what the fuck is going on. But I tell her that I'm going grocery shopping and I ask her does she need anything. She tells me to wait as she writes down a list of things she needs. When she gives it to me, I'm surprisingly shocked because she doesn't want alcohol and stuff like that but instead Tylenol, doritos, ice-cream, and popcorn.

But what shockes me the most is that she says please and thank you. I get suspicious and do this little thing where my brain kinda scans everything and compares it to all that has happened in the last few months and realized that she's been slowly getting off the drugs and actually has been sleeping more at night.

Ok i know its kinda weird but work with me on this. I can't stay on one thing for too long so everything is gonna be kinda weird especially if yall don't help me out. Aight ill try to update tho