" I MEAN, SHE'S SO PERFECT IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD. WE BUILT THE FOUNDATION, EVERYTHING I WANT IN A GIRL. AND IT'S A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL HER LAST NAME MINE. YOU GOT POTENTIAL, BABY, JUST IMAGINE US COMBINED. "
a one-shot with dabaddestMFalive. ♡
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"𝗗𝗔𝗗, 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣!" Naomi shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she watched her father slap her mother to the ground, her hands shaking out of adrenaline while she sniffled.
this was a normal night for Naomi, yet it was growing worse and worse by the second. her parents always argued, and it'd always be over something as dumb as an unwashed dish or un-ironed clothes. her father was an alcoholic who hardly did anything around the house and her mother was what Naomi would call a "Superwoman" because she worked, cooked, cleaned, and made sure her daughter was well taken care of.
ever since she could remember, her parents were always like this. her dad always started dumb arguments and it'd just be constant bickering, which is why Naomi got triggered whenever she heard yelling because she heard it all her childhood. the arguments turned to altercations when she was 10 and her father was not only abusive to her mother, but to her as well. sometimes he'd hit her, but he was more verbally and mentally abusive to her than physically.
now she's 19, and things have only gotten worse from here.
she never understood why her mother stayed with him. she didn't know if it was because of fear or because she still loved him, but she wanted a way out. she needed a way out. there's been times she thought her mother didn't care about her because she kept her in that toxic environment and didn't protect her purity when she was kid, but she tried to push the feelings to the side because the best thing for her to do in this situation was to stick with her mother and not cause more problems than they already had.
she loved her mother with all her heart and maybe even more, but part of her couldn't shake the frustration she held towards her for not trying hard enough to protect her from evil in the world or her own home.
Naomi's chest heaved up and down unevenly and she was on the verge of hyperventilating as her palms grew sweaty and her vision grew slightly blurry due to her tears, watching her mother cup her aching red cheek in her hand while her father walked over to her with pitch black eyes.
