{ Encanto } ! MY OC INCLUDED !

Backstory and Now; Rei

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You run continue running, frantically, hoping to forget all of those memories. You're legs are in extreme pain, you're crying uncontrollably, but you don't let that stop you.

( FLASH BACK )

"Freak! What is wrong with you! I wish I never adopted you!"

Your own father said in front of your eyes, you crying on the floor from fear.

"Stop crying! Somebody is gonna hear you! This is why your parents put you up for adoption! Get out of my sight! Leave, never come back!"

Those words are what broke you. You were only 5. As lightning came down from the sky. As if you could.. control it.

"I promise! As SOON as you at 17, you are OUT of this house! Go to your room!!"

12 years later, you could still remember those awful words from you terrible father.

You walked into the living room, as your father was watching TV. He gave you a look, as you stepped in, with your hands behind your back.

"What do you want, brat."

Ugh. You thought to yourself. Could I ask for a worse father.. this time, you were actually looking forward to leaving this gross house, full of gross people. The streets would be better than this.

"U-Uhm..my 17th birthday is tomorrow..I was wondering if I could ask for some money?.."

Let's hope my plan works.. It's 6:58, so he's definitely going to ask for me to make breakfast

"Who do you think you are?! I wouldn't even give you a single penny! Go make breakfast, now."

Yes! You cheered in your head. What a jerk, also! You thought while walking to your room, to make him mad. Hopefully this won't go too far.

"Hey! Hey! HEY!! Does that look like the kitchen?! Go!!"

You continued to walk to your room.

He grunted, and walked up to you, so silently, you couldn't hear his footsteps, he hit you with an alcohol bottle on the head, and pushed you to the floor.

You did NOT expect this to happen, you only thought he would yell. As you cried, he was about to hit you again, when his co-worker, or friend, rang the doorbell.

Shaking, and crying, you struggled to get up, but did, and ran to your room. Grabbed a brush, all of your money, clothes,a beanie, and what mattered to you most, your guitar, from your mother. You stuffed it all in your backpack, and somehow it all fit. You opened the window as fast as possible. Hesitating for a second, but soon enough jumping out.

You landed, still crying, and just started to run and didn't stop. Just ran, until your legs got sore, your head hurt from crying.

You run continue running, frantically, hoping to forget all of those memories. You're legs are in extreme pain, you're crying uncontrollably, but you don't let that stop you.

You run, until you collapse. So exhausted, and in shock of what you just did. But then.. you see a small boy who seemed to be maybe 4-8 years old, reaching his hand out to you, smiling.