Matthew and Sophie didn't have the best childhood. Growing up in a house with two alcoholics that blood called you "related" wasn't exactly the best life. But Mat would take care of Sophie when nobody else would.
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Sophie, waking up, as usual was alone. Her brother worked from 6:45am to 10pm. Unless he got off early, or stayed late.
She was used to getting herself ready, only being seven didn't mean she wasn't mature enough. Plus she would turn eight soon anyways.
She packed her lunch, which Mat had made for her, she liked to call him Mat. Matthew took too long to say. And grabbed a snack from the counter.
Her "mother," with an obvious hangover, sat face palmed on the edge of the couch. "Honey.." she spoke groggily "grab me a water," after a few moments, "please." she rubbed her eyes, exhaling before laying on the couch again. As she switched through channels Sophie grabbed a water from the fridge, uncapped it, and placed it on the table in front of the woman.
Sophie was unsure if she was sober or not. The occasional hiccup here and there. "Can I have a hug before you -hic- go?" She outstretched her arms.
"No thanks Layla." Sophie made her way to the door, hearing muffled profanities and, "I didn't raise you like this","what a brat."
Sophie would ignore this. Sophie knew, she was more of an adult than Layla was.
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Sophie, was now on her way home. Today was a hell of a day. She would be sure to tell Mat all about it.
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Unlocking the door, muffled yelling came from the kitchen. It seemed father had finally come home. It would still be maybe 6-7 hours before Mat would be home.
She slung her backpack onto a hook next to the door. After hours of being restrained by shoes she could finally feel her feet.
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She peered into the kitchen from the living room. Wondering what stupid thing they were arguing about.
"I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU'D EVEN THINK-" Layla started.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Eric started.
"YOU'VE DONE NOTHING BUT LAZE AROUND ON YOUR ASS WHILE IM WORKING" Eric.
"WORKING? YOU CALL GOING TO A CLUB AND SPENDING WORKED FOR MONEY IS WORKING?" Layla.
Sophie, at a young age, came to a conclusion that they were both teenagers not ready to be parents. Or Mat like to call them "Pains in the ass" if he thought Sophie wasn't listening.
"WE SHOULDA GOT THAT DIVORCE"
Sophie was watching the clock. Waiting for Mat. Maybe he'd just show up. Save her like he always did. 'Five hours.'
"WHY'D WE EVEN HAVE KIDS?"
Sophie watched TV. None of the good channels were on. She didn't know how she would survive the next four hours.
She thought, oh, just a normal y'know fight between the ol' geezers. But no. Not anymore.
Glass broke.
Sophie shook. Peering towards the kitchen. An overwhelming feeling rushed over her. Layla, was screaming bloody murder. Eric, had taken a glass cup and thrown it towards her.
Luckily, it had missed, he was still dazed and slightly drunken. They both were taking deep breaths. Silence.
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Sophie who curled into a ball in her room didn't know what to do. Maybe, call Mat? He wouldn't mind right. Or maybe he would. Was she annoying?
The overwhelming feeling, was anxiety. She didn't know why she was feeling it now. Well maybe she did. 'Y'know maybe someone's parent hurling glass at another isn't really good'
So she would call Mat. Apologize profusely, explain the reason, he would rush home, ask a million times if she was okay.
Maybe their lives weren't the best. But their relationship was.
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Mat had insisted in sleeping in Sophie's room. Although she said it was okay, she was glad he did.
