Patrick Stump Imagines

Run p.1

"YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING IN THIS HOUSE! WHY DID I BOTHER HAVING KIDS IF THEY DON'T HELP AROUND HERE!" Your mom yelled at you and your two brothers from the dining room. She was mainly speaking to you.

"I do help... I made lunch, washed pots, washed the dog by myself. You just don't count it as anything..." You whispered softly from the couch, feet away from your mother. Her head whipped around to glare at you. You knew what was coming. It always happens. You brought our legs up to your chest and rested your head on your knees, holding back the tears that were forming.

"Excuse me? All of that you did two days ago! What have you done since then? Huh? While I've been slaving over keeping this damn house clean, you've been sitting on your damn ass! All you do is sleep, do shit on the computer, and take showers! When will you do more, and be responsible!?"

You didn't respond. What was the point in responding anyway? You'd just get yelled at again for voicing your opinion. Your mom sighed and went back to what she was doing, leaving you to be a broken mess. She couldn't even see that you're already breaking because of everything else you were dealing with.

Like a few days ago, your friends kept ditching you at the mall, and that made you miserable. You and your other friend that you were ditched with(but neither of you minded) kept saying that they were terrible friends, where did you get them, and just had a great time without them. There was more fun had with her than with the entire group. It's hard to comprehend why you were still friends with those people.

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes and before that happened, you wanted to get out of your mom's sight. Getting up from your seat on the couch, you made your way up to your room, closing the door behind you. Before you even made it to your bed to sit, you broke down. The walls that weren't patched, crumbled down as the tears spilled from your eyes. It was absolute hell in this house for you. You needed to get out. Now.

You pulled out your phone, and dialed the first person that popped in your head. One ring. Two rings. And then three rings until they finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"H-hey... Patrick..." You mumbled into the phone mic, trying your best not to sound like you're crying. It didn't work.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" You were silent, not being able to tell him. "Oh... Y/N, come to my house right now. Better yet, I'm coming to get you. Sneak out your window. If your mom sees you, run. I'll be there in 5 minutes." He told you before he hung up. Your lips curled up the slightest as you got up from your bed and walked over to your window. Finally, a way out of this hell hole.

This is my current situation. Mom yelling at me for anything and everything....