After they take a shower, Y/N brushes their white pearly teeth, and so they overthink that their teeth have and never pretty enough, Y/N cant ever be a modle, and after Y/N brushes their wavy ashy blond hair, its not blond enough for peaople to like them, no one has ever liked them because of Y/Ns scars, the deep and never heald scars.
"Y/N, where the hell are you?" Mom yells from down the hall. "Washroom!" She replys. "Get over here, now." she demands. Y/N was still in the towel, as they rush to their room, Y/N put on a sweater and a pair of sweatpants. they walk to the living room where mom is. Smoke is all around mom.
God does she ever fucking stink, when was the last time she took a shower.. Y/N thinking to themselfs.
"What took you so god damn fucking long. anyways, You have money?" Mom says as she takes a long drag from her ciggaret, the smoke slowly coming pouring out smoothly from inbetween hwe lips. "Depending on how-" you gets cut off by mom as she yells. "It's a yes or god damn no answer!" "No, no I don't." They reply fastly. Mom slowly turns her head facing you.
"The fuck did you just say to me? No?!" As their hands start to start to shake, mom pounds her fist onto the coffee table. "Give me my god damn money, I'm You're mom, I've took care of you, so you watch what you say." "Mom, you have to calm down, please?" She just laughs for a second and stops, she looks like she's about to pounce and beat you the fuck out. "Exuse me?!" mom says, as she yells, she adds "Yeah, calm down my fucking as Y/N!" She grabs a glass cup on the coffee table and throws it directly and you. Thank god you duck as the glass hits the wall behind you, glass shatters everywere. As tears sting your eyes, dad wakes up, he looks like that he's going to beat mom.
"Shut the fuck up, Lisa! have'nt you caused enough problems in a week?" mom turns her attention to dad "Shut up, you got a DUI yesterday 2 times!" You run to you're room to pack a bag, you can't take this shit anymore, it's way to much, as you pack your bag, the yelling just gets louder and louder.
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Actionthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
