CYHMSYNF - Ghost B.C x Reader - discontinued

Lost - Oneshot #1

Sodo x Reader

Trigger Warnings
-Abuse (neglection)
-Swearing
-Anxiety

Type
-Angst
-Fluff/Comfort

Age
-19
•Sodo
-20

Pov
-First

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"That's it get out"

"Wha- What?!? You can't be serious right?!?" I question my mother standing up, out of bed.

"Deadly. You best get out of my house before I get your father" my mother answers back, finally having enough of doing the bare minimum for me.

I had been in my room listening to (fav artist/song) when my mother came in screaming. I hadn't done anything to disturb her, nor my father, having come home from work and heading straight to my room with no welcome or word at all. It wasn't uncommon for this, they had never really cared for me once I turned old enough to 'care for myself'. Meaning, they stopped cooking and doing anything for me once I turned just 13. I am was an only child unluckily enough, leaving me with no siblings to help look after me, which was probably for the best as they would most likely get the same treatment as me.

"I want you out of my house, I can not deal with you anymore"

"Mum! You don't do anything for me anyway! I don't get why you want me out so suddenly? Did I do something to you??"

"Out... Now!" She yells back not giving a response to my question.

"This is bullshit! I make my own money, cook for myself, do my own washing! What is your problem?!" I yell again, wanting an answer to the sudden change. By now I am facing the woman, standing right in front of her, staring her down, not giving up.

"...Y/n... You have until 5 to pack, then I'm getting your father." She speaks quietly before leaving my room, slamming my door behind her.

I stand there for a few moments before fear kicks in and I grab my bag. Though mother had never hit my before father has, father is the one I fear. He is always a shadow, standing behind me, reminding me if I mess up than he will know. He always knows, always watches, always finds out.

~•~

I grab the essentials like underwear and hygiene products before packing a mix between long and short clothing. Folding them tight to fit in my bag, I grab other items of importance. These including my charger, headphones, watch, purse, teddy (any stuffed animal etc), a picture, sketchbook, some small foods and a water bottle. I then grab a blanket that is light and my pocket knife, fearing for the worse as I have just been kicked out onto the streets practically.

I check the time seeing it is 4:28pm so I have one last look through my room for anything to bring, finding nothing essential. I take what I presume you be my last look at my room, the room I have lived my whole life, before going to the kitchen and quickly preparing one last meal for myself.

I don't bother to clean my mess, grabbing my phone before walking out of the house I had lived and grown up in, setting off on the road. I walked through my town, stopping in at a few friends houses to explain my situation with one ending up offering for me to stay there for a few weeks. I sheepishly take their offer, being grateful that they pitied me, reassuring them I will not extend their welcome and I will be out of their hair as soon as possible.

~•~

"Hey y/n, have you had any luck finding a place?" My friend y/f/n asks

"Ummm yeahhh I lie," really I had had no luck yet, but I had been looking around in one area, "there's this one place in Linköping actually, it seems decent."