Jaime x Reader ~ Goofy Duo 💕

07

*9 years later ... *
Y/N POV ~ age 22
⚠️TW⚠️ contains: drinking, smoking, drug use, cussing, and depression, self harm

" Girl i cant do this shit anymore, im fucking drained, Im tired i dont wanna do this college shit anymore. Fucking Mr. Sanchez got us doing this dumb shit in AP physics." I said throwing my pencil down and shutting my book. I took a hit on my wax pen and a shot of rum, " low key bruh im about to just drop outta college and keep streaming. Because this whole college shit, i ain fucking with it." I looked at Alana through my laptop, shes the only close friend of mines ever since I started middle school. But the only thing is ... she doesn't really get what im coming from because her and her family are sorta stuck up, but hey shes a close friend of mines so ion really care for it.
" Honest y/n whatever you wanna do love im always here for ya okay? I would just ignore all that shit and do whatever you wanna do, " she told me.
" I guess ill try but I - " there was a loud slam from the front door. " Gotta go ill see you tomorrow at school."
I hung up the phone before my dad even starts his ranting episode again. Every other night its the same shit over and over again, comes home all drunk and wa-bam another fight between my father and I.
" Y/N L/N!! Get your fucking ass outta your gay ass garage and fucking get over here now."
I sigh, " Yes sir!" I called back. I took 3 pills of Xanny and a pill of fentanyl to make me feel numb to the core. I swallowed it down pretty easily and took my last swig of my rum. I take a final glance in the mirror, body is covered in tattoos; my back, both of my arms, one side of my leg, and slowly getting to my neck. I've got particularly of my chest done but hey i still look like a bad bitch.
I finally walked out of my garage to see what the fucking dumb nut has to do now, probably go buy him more drinks ad usual nothing new.
" You wanted to see me dad."
" Yeah go buy some food and get me my drinks, dont be fucking late either or im gonna beat your ass."
Without a word i turned around but he caught me by my hair and yanked it hard enough to make me light headed. " A fucking response from you little fucking brat."
I stared at his eyes coldly " yes sir." He let me go.
" Next time you dont respond my fist will be across your fucking face y/n."
" Yes sir," without turning back i went to my room and got my boots on and threw on my leather jacket. Yeah its cold for ripped jeans and a tank top but aye who fucking cares any damn ways. I got into my beautiful AE 86 Tureno and she roared and rumbled alive, the feel behind my car feels fucking amazing. Especially when shes fast and mean it makes my adrenaline pump, I used the garage key to open the door and left the garage with closing the door behind me.
After I got everything that my dad needed I checked the time anf I was 10 minutes late, " ah fuck were shit now ... again." I said to myself. I pulled into my garage and walked into the house I already know what to expect from him, I set the food down on the counter top with his drinks in the fridge. I felt a hard smack across my fave and a hard hit on the back of my head, I stood there in pain but i never moved because if I did it would've been done worser.
" You're fucking late y/n what the fuck did i tell you about being late."
" To not be late sir" another slap hit me across the face but this time it made me flinch just a bit.
" Get out of my fucking face you piece of shit I don't want to fucking see your ugly ass again." He pushed me in the chest causing me to wheeze a bit, I turned around walked off into my room. I shut my door and locked it i threw my keys on my desk and started crying my heart out. What in the fuck did I ever do to that motherfucker to treat me like this, im worth nothing but just a fucking druggy who cant even make her own father content and happy. He's right mom shoulda just aborted me, im a fucking failure, nothing matters anymore, fuck life, fuck my feelings, nothing counts anymore ive got nothing and ive lost every fucking body. The more i cried the more my chest started hurting but fuck it right, who fucking cares anyways. I got up and took more pills and drank even more, maybe life will be better when Im gone and dead. I took my small black pocket knife that I stole at Big 5, i looked on my right leg and made a slit. The feel of the burning and pain felt good, it was almost like all the evil, bad and disappointment thats leaving. After a few more cuts the pills, the alcohol and even the weed is starting to kick in, I layed back with the knife on my night stand letting the tears fall and my chest feel heavy, and with that im out like a fucking light.