Icebound {an Asa Butterfield x Reader Fanfiction}

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Trigger warning; abuse, drugs, etc.

{ 1.) This fanfic at the moment will be [y/n]'s backstory. There will be Asa soon. This is when Asa was 15 {2012}. Yes, the timing is a little off. I'm aware. 2.) I edit and update frequently. Well, most of the time. Please be patient, as I get writer's block a lot. 3.) this is an AU, or alternate universe. If that makes any sense at all. But regardless thanks for clicking, and I hope you enjoy the story. ♥}

"[y/n], get off of that goddamned laptop! Get your fat ass in here!" My mother slurred, or rather, hissed at me in her "intimidating" tone.

"Yes ma'am," I sighed, carefully trying my hardest to not to be sarcastic or look annoyed, and succeeding. I minimized my job application, and closed the lid of my Mac that I had recently bought with the last of my hard earned money, also known as the remainder of my mom's rent (that I indeed pay for. "Sugar daddies can only give you so much." Her words, not mine).

"Do the dishes while I get my package from , gah, whichever idiot I talked to last. Whatever probably Cyren," she smirked, proud of her work.

"Yes mommy-dearest," I whispered to myself, rolling my eyes where she couldn't see it.

"What was that?" She raised her voice even more.

"I said yes ma'am!" I replied, in a fake, perky tone.

My mom hadn't always been his way. In fact, it had only started to happen more often when I was talking about colleges and my future. My mother, Amy Hayett, was a nurse for a large hospital. Pay attention to the word was. To her, me growing up was like ripping her heart directly out of her chest, as I was her only child. After my father had walked out on us a few weeks after I was born, out of wedlock, and for relief she immediately started to smoke. I had grown up around cigarettes and marijuana, thinking nothing of it. It was an every-day, normal thing to me. Seeing her sober was like the chances of finding a four leaf clover (except you're looking in the middle of a desert with no rainfall). It started to progressively get worse over the many years, in which she would come home from "work" late, drunk, and repetitively abuse me, or, come home with some terrifyingly sketchy man. I started to get sick of it, so, here I am today, trying my hardest to support myself. At least taking care of my self officially by myself would be relief and not just a constant panic attack.

I had contacted family that lived overseas. I knew I needed to get out of here. I was tired of having ripped clothes and smelling like some pot brownie left in a microwave since 2007. (Amazing choice of words? I know.) My aunt Kai, who lived in England for as long as I could remember, was trying her hardest to find loopholes to rescue me from this hell. Scratch that, clutch of the Devil. Really, I don't know. What I do know, however, is that it sucked. And that I for one, was sick of it.

I scrubbed a plate until it was shimmering. I placed it in the drying rack. Suddenly, there was a loud, booming knock on the door.

My mom told me to answer it, which I did. There were two women; I knew one of them very well. It was Kai.

"Hi, my name is Karen, from the Department of Human Services. I'm guessing you're [y/n] Hayett? She smiled, faith in her faded green eyes.

My face lit up, "Yes, yes, I am. Please come in!"

"Who is it!?" My mother yelled.

She came into the living room of our apartments and looked at the door. She was wearing showy, night attire. It was disgusting.

"Who are you?" She barked.

Mrs. Stacey explained herself and why she was at my house. Mom saw Kai. Eventually, she connected the dots and put two and two together.

"You're not taking her! I am an amazing mother!" She yelled, tearing up. Amazing mother? Says the woman who legitimately makes me clean up her vodka and finger sandwich puke.

"Mom, calm down," I said. "Can they talk to you? Can I talk to you?"

She stared into my [e/c] eyes, and I looked back into her cornflower blue ones.

"Okay," she sniffled.

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We went over abuse and her alcohol problems. After hours of deciding whether or not to press charges, we had to come to a conclusion.

"Ms. Hayett, do you agree with Kai Bulk to have full custody of your daughter [y/n] [l/n]?"

Through tears and a croaking voice, she replied, "I do."

"Miss [l/n], do you have anything to say?"

My mother's bright blue eyes (normally bloodshot and faded from her being high or drunk) were fixed on my expressionless face. I spoke, quickly and blandly.

"See you in court."

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Hi guys! I promise this will have to do with Asa and stuff in the next chapter ;P just had to put some story in the background. If anyone's reading this: please vote and comment for me to update! I can't if no one reads it!