Y/N POV: I woke up in my bed, I don't remember getting here. I looked for my phone and it was on the table, plugged into the wall. I got up and headed over looking at my phone it's not like anyone ever texts me. I see that I'm not late for school yet I will be because it takes some time getting there, I live far from the school. Clothes:
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I head downstairs only not to be surprise that my "father" as you would call was passed out on the floor surrounded by liquor bottles. What a discussing, worthless, piece of shit. I made sure to stay quiet because I don't want to hear his bitching on how I was the reason my mom died. My mom was beautiful and full of life. She had gotten into a car crash and I was in the car, she was taking me to the hospital because I was puking blood at a young age. But now that's all he does: eat, sleep, drink, repeat. I headed out the door making sure to grab my car keys and get in the car that I earned myself even tho it did take some time on saving it because pit pocketing takes time.
