𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰 ~ 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

❥ runaway ~ c.s ❥

~Warnings~
Cursing, depression, emotional abuse, physical abuse

If any of the warnings trigger you, please skip the chapter.

Word Count: 3,639

~2021~
I rub my eyes and sit up in my bed.

*Ding*
My phone lights up and I see a message from my boyfriend, Chris.

I smile down at my phone and start to type back until my door busts open and my dad stumbles in, drunk.
"You need to stop being lazy and help your mother." He slurs.
Wow dad, it's not even 10AM.
I put my phone in my pocket and get up to go to the kitchen as my dad stumbles into their room.
"What's up, mom?" I ask, walking into the kitchen.
"Can you run to the store and get the grocery list?" She asks, holding out a sticky note.
I grab the sticky note.
"Sure." I say, softly.
"Also, your attitude better be fixed by the time you get back." She huffs.
"I don't have an attitude." I say.
Big mistake.
She turns around to look at me.
"Why is everything a fight with you, Y/N? Just go get the groceries!" She shouts.
She turns back around and I grab my purse, keys and leave.
Tears burn down my face slowly as I drive to the store.
I have to get out..

I make it to the store, grab the groceries needed and head back.
Screaming echos throughout the house as I enter.
"Well, maybe you can help, Frank! Do something besides drink all day! I can't do everything around here!" I hear my mom yell.
"Fuck." I whisper.
I go to the kitchen and set the groceries down.
My mom starts to go through it then groans.
"This is the wrong butter, Y/N! God, why can't you do anything right!? Just go to your room." She exasperates.
I head up to my room and they continue their fight.
My phone buzzes and I see Chris text me again.