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ch.21

yall.. im rewriting this ch.21 im crying so hard i deleted my other one BY FUCKING ACCIDENT. but its ok ill push through and do another remake.. it had y/n's backstory and everything so i guess ill do it.. again🙁 cant get it back and sobbing violently rn. im sorry for this huge ass wait i really am, its my fault😕

!pt.1 of ch.21!
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!y/ns backstory!
!y/ns love life!

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y/ns backstory/love life!!

when i was about 12 years old my mother would always force me to wear tight clothes and eat less, i couldnt bare wearing tight clothes all the time. i asked my mother if i could stop wearing these things but i just got a scolding, however. my father would always buy me clothes that i preferred, he would always take me with him or he would buy me something that he thinks ill like. i loved him dearly, he was like my best friend, but my mother, she was like a enemy to me. i despised her. i didnt like the way she would boss me around like im some soft toy. she made me fear from her.

every time i did a mistake in one tiny thing. she would hit me or yell at me, one of those two. every time i tried to defend myself she would get more angry at me, it was like everything i do wasnt pleasing for her eyes. i wanted to dress the way i wanted to dress. i didnt enjoy this way of feminism she was teaching me, she would always say to me. "when you get married, youll have to be a house wife and no buts. you do what ur husband tells you to do." firstly she doesnt do anything her husband tells her, secondly what if i dont want to? what happens then, she going to slap me? scold me?

my hatred grew more and more over the years, she was just like a parasite who wouldnt leave me alone and kept coming back. she was obviously obsessed with me, like she wanted me to have a bad future. she wanted me to dress like a prostitute. i wanted to dress myself like a elegant and casual person, not like some slut begging to have dicks in their vaginas. im good.. thanks. it was like every time i go to my mother side she wants them to judge me. she would always put the blame on what im wearing  on me, when it was she who told me to wear it. this woman drives me insane. one time she tried to imprison my dad. for what? shes just physically sick and mental. she needs therapy asap. the way she just talks throws me off. everything about my mother is a walking nightmare. its like she haunts me every where i go, the creep.

but moving on to my dad. he was someone who i looked up too, he was my day one. i every time he would take me out he would always take me too a football field and practice with me, i always watched football games with my dad. it was our thing. i crushed on multiple football players during those times, still am but thats besides the point. my father would ALWAYS have my back no matter the situation. his just acting like he was when he was a teenager and influenced that on me, which isnt a bad thing, everything i learnt was off my dad. he was a famous football player as well, he was famous for his predictions, dribbling, vision, shooting, ball control, passing, speed, accuracy and defensive abilities. he was well known his name was F/N L/N. i learnt his skills quite quickly since i am a quick learner. i have fun with practicing especially with my dear father.