Mi Amor- Sero Hanta x Black Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

   "I hate you, Mom!" I screamed as I stormed into my room and slammed my door closed. "Don't slam doors in this house, y/n, you little brat!" She screams. I fell to my knees and started crying. "I can't deal with this anymore." I sobbed. I fell asleep crying that night.

   The next day, I was woken up by my mothers' screaming. "Y/N M/N MONOMA! Get your lazy ass out of bed and do your chores! These were supposed to be done yesterday. What's with the slacking off?!" I slip on my slides and head downstairs. "Sorry, Mom. I'll get right to it." I whisper loud enough so she can hear me. "Cut the attitude before I make you!" She growls. "Yes, ma'am." I reply, sighing. Everything's been a mess since my older brother moved out. Now I'm stuck with our asshole of a mother. I walk over to our refrigerator to check my chores:

Clean the living room

Clean all bathrooms

Go to the store and get groceries

   Pretty standard chores. I start on the bathrooms first. They're always the worst. As I walked into my mothers bathroom, I was proven correct. The toilet is clogged, there's hair on the floor, and it smells like something died. How does someone's bathroom get this disgusting? Either my mother is disgusting, or she did this on purpose. Either way, I'm stuck cleaning. I go into our basement and grab some masks, gloves, and cleaning supplies and get to work after changing into better fit clothes for this mission.

   The bathroom took around an hour to fully clean. I change into a cute outfit and start on the living room before I go to the store. And, of course, the living room is just as bad. My mother seems like a clean, organized woman when you first met her, but she is really a huge slob. There are open chip bags leaking all over the carpet, and the carpet has juice, soda, and jelly stains. At this point, I'll never get to the store.

"What's taking you so long to clean, y/n?"

"I'm working on it, mother!"

"Don't work on it! Get it done! NOW!"

   "Of course, Your Royal Highness." I mutter. I knew that I messed up because in the next few seconds, my mother was out of her room and had me grabbed tightly by my arm. "What was that, you little shit?!" She hissed. "Nothing, I swear. I was just, um..." Before I can finish my thought, she slaps me straight across my face. "Say one more thing, and you'll be out of this house for good, got it?" She threatened. I nod quickly, grab my keys and my purse, and run out of the house before I start crying. "Absolutely useless, just like your dead-beat father." I hear my mom say as I leave.

   I run to the store closest to my house and attempt to find an alleyway to cry in. "What should we do with him, boss?" I hear a gruff voice ask. I stay quiet so I don't get caught but pay attention. The men were beating up some guy, but I couldn't make out his facial features.

   The voice belonged to an dark haired male with bold black eyes that made me want to die. The man he referred to as 'boss' was a tall man, about 5'11 "with ash blonde hair in a spiky undercut. He had bright red eyes that felt very intimidating. "Ay dios mio. Why did you kill him in the first place?" The tall one groaned. "Well, he was annoying. It's not like you're the boss of me, you taped up dipshit!" The blonde stood up. He looked to be 6 feet tall. I giggled at the smart comment the blonde made.

   I left them alone and headed back to the store. They cheered up my mood, but my eyes were kinda dry. Better get some eye drops while I'm in the store. Just as I was walking away, I felt someone grab me from behind. "Hey, pretty lady. What you doing out here all alone?" He slid my bag off of my arm(s). "Give back my shit before I fuck yo ass up." I commanded. The man laughed, and lifted it up to the point where I can't grab it. Curse my damn height! Why did I inherit my short mom's genes. I'm 5'8, btw. "If you come with me, then I might give it to you, plus something else. How does that sound, sweet cakes?" He smirked. My eyebrow twitched in second-hand embarrassment and annoyance. As much as I tried to reach for my bag, he would just lift it higher.