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Irie was 16 when he watched his father die and it only made it worse that it was in his arms, His mother was the reason he had to witness such a tragic thing and he had come to hate her for it
—after his father's death she made Irie do her bidding no matter the request' From faking identities to getting rid of bodies and it didn't help that he had no one on his side. He was alone in her world and for the next 4 years he never tried to fight it he got used to the constant physical and emotional abuse and just dealt with it. Until he couldn't of course.
Waking up in a cold sweat Irie found himself gasping for air and reaching for any sense of comfort, grabbing onto his sheets he sat still trying to stop his head from spinning and adjusting to the darkness that swallowed him, setting back into reality he realized where was; Home.
Dragging his hands down his face he stifled a groan, he had only gotten a hour of sleep before being awakened by the nightmares that slowly took over his mind, He still couldn't get used to it no matter where he slept wether it be the living room or his bedroom.
Slowly sitting up he scrunched his face up the after affects of last nights very irresponsible drinking hitting him hard, stumbling towards a wall he held on trying to regain composure.
he was sure any other step he took would result in a immediate fall to the ground so he just stood silently taking deep breaths, but nothing could stop the hurling and he rushed to the bathroom kneeling on the floor and fortunately throwing up inside of his toilet. Groaning in pain he kept his head over the seat if there was one thing he hated about getting drunk it was the aftermath and right now wasn't the best time of his life.
Flushing it he stood up and washed his face along with brushing his teeth he stripped of his clothes and slipped into the shower the cold water racing to water hit him like a dead leaf that needed to be desperately revived, he felt his mind drift to different things before her face slowly mad a introduction.
he felt himself smile reminiscing the spark in her eyes and how sultry and sweet her voice sounded, how perfectly she fit into his figure like she belonged there. No one usually made him feel like that but that small introduction even with the rude interruption from their friends he couldn't help but chuckle lightly at his heart swelling, and he stood like that for almost a hour grasping onto the good memories because he knew as soon as he left that shower and dressed up he would have to figure out how his mother had found him and what he needed to do before she could reach him — if she hasn't already.
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