꧁𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?꧂ (Sanses Au X female reader)

Prolouge

TW: abuse
Crying
Getting hurt
Sadness
Mention of dying
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You are Y/N
You have H/C hair, Beautiful E/C and with a delicate tone of S/K . You are 17 . That's correct , you are a senior of your school. Soon to be adult then you're gonna take responsibility for your own to make your life even better than just staying in the dump with your mother

You are now walking towards your home path with your Heavy dirty backpack . It's quite far away from your 'friends' neighbourhood. which is good and also bad. Your hometown was quiet. Often filled with people that is less rich. Or just enough for living. Nothing is very much fancy around . Lucky for your 'friends'. All of them are either go to high school with their own cars or just the school bus

You were raised in a pretty much fu—ed up family . Only you with your drunk mother. You had to admit , your mother's parenting wasn't the best out of all but you consider it to be the best mom you ever get. You are glad that you had someone to take care of you since you were little. Until now. However, you don't know anything about your father. All you know that your father left before you were even born. Your mother said Your father left because you exist.

As you were nearing your hometown . You passed some houses , there's a lot of trash . People did not really care about cleanliness here. Since it's dumpshi- . Standing in front of your house's door , you slowly grab the door handle and opened the door warily. The door creaked .

"Y/N ?? You're home ?" Your mother peeked , her head appeared from the living room. Which the Television being turned on and shows a lot of shows and adult shows. "Great fucksake, wouldn't expect for you to survive until this day. Also I put the dishes on the sink .. go wash it later after you shower." Said your mother. Again with the house chores. Every time you came back home , there's always dishes at home . Which you're very tired of but you can't really fight your mother back. That would be disrespectful and the punishments would be even worst than before.

You made your way to your room . Which is right down the hallway, you put down your heavy backpack and closed all the blinds windows and doors before taking off your clothes . You casually walked out with only inner clothing and headed to the bathroom.

After a couple of minutes , you've finished showering . Heading back to your room to change and boom finish. You're wearing a sweater and baggy pants You almost forgot that you have house chores. You begin to tiredly walk to the kitchen and saw whole bunch of dishes. You gawked at this. How much your mother have eaten this day??? You're surprised she isn't getting much weight yet.

You looked at the dishes for a while before you sleeve up your arms sleeves , then you do the dishes.

(Time skip)

After the last plate , you washed your hand to clean it again , planning to go back to your room to sleep. As you were about to go ..
"Y/N Chevalier (your og last name) , come to the living room."
Your face went pale after your mother said your last name..
your cheating father's last name.
"Surprised that your mother still remember him eh?"

You whipped your Head other's direction.
What the hell just spoken to you?
You tried to look for the source of the voice but found nothing. Are you going insane?
"What the fu—"
"Y/N Chevalier . Living room .Now."
"Shi-"
You nervously hurried towards the living room. Your mother was just laying on the couch. While eating some chips , there's a few empty bottles too. Her sharp eyes went from the television then to you.

"Get me another Bottle from the fridge."
You silently nodded as you immediately went to the fridge , and found a lots of bottles of wine there. You get only one bottle . You picked one and bring it to your mother which your mother only snatched it harshly and almost dropping the wine. You stayed at the side of the couch, waiting for your mother's command. You are not dismissed yet.

After a couple of seconds , your mother broke the silence while she sat up from the laying to sitting position on the couch then opening the wine
"Y'know, I was very very happy before you were even made. Your father would get me something nice for me when we were young."

"I know .. mother."
You replied

"And then you came into my life. You made your father leave your mother once you were inside of my womb."

"..."
You didn't replied

"I wish you were dead before he would even know."

"..."

"You better make our living even better after I gave birth to your miserable life. What a waste of energy of mine. "

"..."

"You weren't even that great . Unlike your cousin out there. Smart , energetic and lively..
You're not even trying."

'I tried.'

"You got low marks , detentions and even worst expellings."

'It wasn't my fault about being bullied as a bastard.'

"How many times do I have to remind you .."

'!!'

Before you could even react , your mother had thrown you a half wine bottle which cause you to have a big bump of the head and the bottle breaks as it hits the ground . Some of the wine also wets your hair.
You dropped to the floor as your head was ringing from the impact , your side head also stings from the pain. You tried your best not to cry .

"ALL YOU DO WAS PLAYING YOUR VIDEO GAMES. I GOT THAT PHONE FOR YOU TO SEARCH SOME JOBS AND RESEARCHING. NOT SOME OF DUMP SHIT "

Your mother raged as she holds out your phone and throws it at you. Another ringing. The phone Activated itself and revealed to be your part of project. Your precious digital Arts of sanses . And a lot of stuff.

"ARTS DONT EVEN GIVE MONEY TO YOU BY POSTING THEM. WHAT ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME ON THESE??? PARTICULARLY DERANGED FIGURES? ITS NOT LIKE YOU CAN PUT IT UP TO THE ART MUSEUM."

you weren't able to look up to your mother. You're afraid
But you can feel her narrowing eyes burning through you.
All those words hit a pang to your heart.
You were a bastard , no father , no supporting mother. Even though this is the best you could get.

"I'm sick of your foolish behaviour. It's been about years.. youre almost an adult and act like it
And yet you're here making more and more mistakes to our already misery life. I expect something better when you were 16 , a part timer or something but no.. you're still using my money AND DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO WORK? LIKE THIS LIFE?? Why should I even care of raising you from little . You better be off earlier. "

You stayed silent. Tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. Funny you had the audacity to cry. Even though you should be looking for jobs earlier than before. Oh how pathetic you are.
"Leave now."
Said your mother as she slumped down to the couch, feeling better after releasing her.

You slowly get the hold of yourself and slowly standing up before going to the bathroom to clean yourself.
"Clean the mess , Y/N."
You didn't even bother to look back to respond. You walked inside the bathroom and clean your face , you looked at your fucked up face , your eyes also wet. From crying. And a cut which you thought to be a bulge from the bottle. You just covered it with your hair. You didn't do much effort cleaning your face as you get out from the bathroom to pick up the remainings of the bottles. You threw the shattered glasses away as you headed towards your room and locks yourself up.
You had a long night crying

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