*_____welcome to the fucking family
___I'm gonna tell my dad about this, I swear to god!
___Baby, we built this house on memories
_____Cody had been brought into the world with love. Good old sappy love that every child needed in order to grow. His childhood was perfect but sheltered, held close and protected from the dangers of the outside world, dangers Harry and Rose Richardson knew all too well.
Harry was a dick, but his son meant more to him than anything in whole fucking universe, though he had a pretty shitty way of showing it. Like his dad and his dad before him, he'd had a rough upbringing, raised with an iron fist and leather belt, and though he would never lay a hand on his son, he'd made sure to instill a roughness in him, a brick by brick foundation that would be impossible to knock down.
The world can't hurt you if you don't give it a chance to...
Rose was the opposite. A basket case, a strong woman beaten down with harsh drugs and layers of verbal abuse. A person can only take so much. Cody was her world, a child, she'd protect with her life...and if it meant leaving him behind to start a new one from scratch...then so be it. She'd tried to stay clean for him, rehab, relapses and hospital visits becoming fresh marks on a clean calendar.
Eventually, it all became too much.
She left when he was fourteen, stumbling out of the house after a heated argument with Harry, clad in a hot pink mini dress and a face of melted makeup, reeking strongly of weed.
She never goodbye to Cody and that stuck with him for a long fucking time.
She always said goodbye...and she always came back...
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Fanfic** "𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰." in which the chief of police's son just wants drugs and his drug dealer just wants to be left alone. "Nah prep, leave. You and Rue shouldn't be here." ** [fezco x male...