"Fuck Rachel.. We're gonna be evicted!" Daddy Pig shouted. He threw an empty beer bottle on the floor, shattering it.
"Don't worry honey!!! I'll get a job!" She said. She tapped her chin in thought for a moment. "I have an idea, I'll be back at 9:30." She concluded. Walking over to the kitchen counter and lighting up a blunt.
"Get the fuck out of here useless bitch." Percy, Daddy Pig, yelled. He flipped the table in anger and stormed off. Mommy Pig gathered her things with a groan, taking a few hits before stubbing the blunt out on the wall.
"Peppa.. what does evicted mean?" George asked. Seeing Mommy Pig walk out the door. Peppa didn't respond, she was too busy listening to I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance. "Peppa?" He asked again. Tapping her arm to get her attention.
"What do you want?" She growled and pushed him away from her. She took off one side of her headphones to hear him.
"What does evicted mean? Daddy said that's what we're going to be." George said, looking down.
Peppa sighed, "It means we're gonna be homeless now get away from me before I bash your skull in for real this time."
George nodded. He walked away at the same time his father stormed past him and shouted at Peppa. Something about stealing his money. He shook his fist drunkenly and threw another bottle next to Peppa. With a wince, George decided not to interfere and went outside.
When he was outside he found his friend Richard Rabbit. "Richard! Hi, what's in that box?" George asked.
"Crystal meth and 200 dollars." He responded blankly.
"Oh.."
(At Mommy Pig's new job)
Mommy Pig walked around the bar, about $100 stuck into her waistband. She found someone looking at her with money in his hand, bingo! A new customer. Mommy Pig strutted over to him, her body jiggling in the more than revealing clothes. The customer was an old, fat, greasy rabbit who looked newly divorced but nonetheless rich. "How much is that?" She asked. Leaning over to expose more of her chest.
"Two grand. Only if you go all the way." He said smirking.
She thought about it for a moment, deciding to go through because why the hell not. She walked away with him to another room while counting the money to make sure it wasn't a fraud.
(Back at the house)
Daddy Pig sat on the couch watching the TV. Several piles of vomit and booze bottles underneath him. He blankly stared at the TV, cigarette in his hand. He brought it to his mouth before blowing smoke out then complaining about how it blocked the show he was watching. "GEORGE! PEPPA! IF YOU DON'T GET ME ANOTHER BUD LIGHT I'M GOING TO FREAK!!" He yelled angrily.
George carefully walked over to his father with the can. Narrowly missing the mix of stomach acid and alcohol on the floor. George quickly handed him the Bud Light and sprinted away.
"GOD!!! Took you long enough." He complained, even though it only took about 20 seconds. He sat back and watched the TV while drowning himself in booze and sweat. He downed the can before crushing it and throwing it in a random direction. He yawned, "Goooooooddddd I'm gonna be sick." He said before passing out.
George was in his room trying to sleep, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. He got up to see who it was.
"You! You.. *hic* BITCH! Rachel I said get money not be some damn slut!" Daddy Pig growled. Balling his fists and stumbling towards his wife.
"Percy it was the only way! It's not like you can even have sex with that worthless thing you call a dick!" She frowned. Then she remembered something, "Plus I got $3,000 today and a guarantee for another $2,000 tomorrow." She declared, smiling.
"Stop! You know I have erectile dysfunction and I can't help it! But... THREE GRAND?! I won't even have to sell crack anymore!" He said while hugging his wife. She laughed and took the money out of her bag. She placed it on the table before rolling up one of the dollars and snorting a line she had placed that morning. She sniffed and rubbed her nose, her eyes watering slightly.
George just watched from the hallway not really knowing what any of that meant. He walked into the room but his parents didn't notice him or care. He shrugged and opened the refrigerator to grab something to eat. He looked through the options.. moldy bread... wine... ooh! Leftover pizza that hasn't rotted yet! He grabbed the slice happily and ran off to his room.
He munched on the pizza while looking up what 'slut' meant on his iPad. Eventually falling asleep on his bug infested bed.
The End. (More chapters coming soon)
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Peppa pig (GONE WRONG)
FanfictionDaddy Pig won't stop drunkenly beating his wife and kids! Mommy Pig is high on crack again! Peppa went emo.. George is just George.
