My Hypnosis

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A/N bonjour my lovelies! how are you? i want to apologise for the poor punctuation and spelling, but anyways enjoy!!
and i promise it gets better

ELAINE POV

I wake to the sound of loud pounding on my front door,

well that was a short lived nap.

What the fuck is going on? My much needed beauty sleep has been distributed much to my dismay, it takes special precision and precautions look this good on the daily.
And it is not easy.
Trust me.

I hear a familiar voice. "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW MILLIE." Shouts, the once again drunk papa mason.

That is so embarrassing, practically everyone can hear him whining like a little kid.

Also hearing the racket, Mum barges into my room, rushes to my old windowsill and rips the curtains apart.

"You know if i was a vampire i'd be dead right now?" I say propping myself up on my bed and shielding my eyes from the light with my free hand. This is reason number 3 on my list for why I need to change the arrangement of my room.

"Good thing your not a vampire then." she teases while peering through the window.

She opens my window wide and yells out. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME BACK YOU DICK"

ooh, this is going to get interesting.

I run my hands across my face , wipe the crust out of my eyes and pat my hair down before getting up to look over my mums shoulder into the window.

The pathetic man outside my house begins to pace up and down the street, with a can of Stella in his hands.

Same old, same old.

"YEAH, WELL WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?." he shouts, while flailing his hands up in the air like a child throwing a fit.

I grumble sounds of dismay under my breathe then Mum whisper for me to get his things that we kindly helped pack.

I ran across the hallway and grabbed the trash bag sitting In front of her room, i 'accidentally' ripped  holes in the bottom before heading back to my room.

I drag it through my room hand it over to her,
she proceeds to pull out sticky tape from literally nowhere and tapes  pieces of paper to the black bag before throwing it out my window.

"TAKE YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, AND DON'T FORGET TO SIGN THE DIVORCE PAPERS."

FINALLY.

You know the saying
"having divorced parents is much better than having parents that argue 24/7"
this is the textbook example.

Mason looks down in shock at the papers , like their the most absurd thing he's ever seen.

Oh please. This moment has been long overdue.

"Y-you're divorcing me?!" he spluttered, not believing for a moment mama bear was capable of doing this.

"Y-y-yes mason, im leaving you." She mocks his shocked expression.
"Go live with one of your whores!" Mum says shooing him off.

i watch as da-Mason waddles along like a little penguin, dragging his feet and all of that beer belly with him.

Mum shuts the window forcefully and then lets out a deep breath while running her hands through her thick brunette hair-that i inherited from her.

Well obviously, the whole 16 years I've been alive i have never seen mason with hair. Only God knows how he even gets his women.