𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 || 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿

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❝ will you be a dear and take these boxes to the basement? ❞, your mother says with a hint of smile on her face and motioned to the boxes piling next to the car

you got up from the front porch of your new house, handing her the walkman when you passed her

lifting the fairly light cardboard box with ease, you glanced at her, ❝ why don't you relax at the living room while i take care of the two boxes ❞

❝ thank you, darling ❞

she placed a kiss on your temple and opened the door so you could enter first before making herself comfortable on the couch

your father is outside smoking, on the phone with one of his 'workers', but you know differently. he's most definitely talking to one of the girls back at the diner in town

you scoffed when you caught sight of him licking his lips with a sly grin. the girl must've said something dirty by the way he's acting

❝ what a git ❞, you spat and stuck your tongue out when his back was turned

you continued your way to the basement, making sure not the trip down the flight of stairs. the room was the colour pitch, with no little lights anywhere

you stand still, waiting for your eyes to adjust but it didn't really do much. squinting your eye, you tried to find the light switch, dropping the box in the process and used your hands to feel around the walls

feeling a slight bump on the wall, you flickered the switch and hissed at the bright light, bringing up your hands to shade your eyes

the basement looked cozy, besides the spider hanging from the cracks and corners, spinning their sticky transparent webs and the small water leakage around the corner

the place was practically empty, apart from a table filled with rusted tools and weight sets sitting next to it

you crouched down to pick up the box you dropped earlier and placed it next to the stairs and hurried your way outside

most of the things you brought were already inside the house by your mother since you're old man was too busy on his phone

❝ i'll call you back, sugarplum ❞, your father cooed, ending the call and tucked it in his breast pocket

he noticed you staring and raised a brow causing you to avert your eyes to the ground. just as you were about to lift the remaining boxes

❝ oi brat ❞

you halted from your steps at his obnoxious voice and glanced back. you watched as he throws away his joint in a nearby bush before making his way towards you

he suddenly grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, ❝ you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shit, little boy ❞

you're well aware that a bruise is already staring to form around your lower cheek with how tight his grip was

❝ i won't say a word father, my lips are sealed ❞

he scoffed, releasing his grip on your chin and walked away, ❝ be grateful i took you here with us—rather than leaving you alone in london ❞

as he walked inside the house, greeting your sweet mother with a kiss. you gagged as they continued watching whatever was on the tv

honestly, you'd rather stay in london than flying here, but you didn't want to leave your mother with his man, who calls himself 'father'