Inappropriate Questions | SCARAMOUCHE × FEM!READER

CHAPTER 3

setting ;
y/n’s house

time :
5:57 P.M.

Aren't we equal?

"Y/N, review these pages. You need to prepare for exams. Your scores from the last few are disappointing. Fix them and be better for this family."

The voice of my own mother echoed through the walls of my chamber,
which made it evidently clear that the volume was loud and
painful,
for a child who only yearned for love.

"Your scores are pathetic. I don't buy you things just to receive lousy exam results in return! Y/N, you are the daughter of a CEO for crying out loud! Perhaps I've been buying you too many toys, we must get you more books, and fast. These grades aren't up to my standards. Fix. Them."

My father made it worse. However, my mother was the root of all my problems because she was around, most of the time.

My father worked. Day and night. Home and out. There was never a time when we sat down during meals as a family.

Which is why my reaction was..
shocked.

"A 96%? Huh.. not half bad. Not great either. Anyway, good job."

I froze. Is she being serious right now?

"I-I'm sorry?" My body being frozen and held in place did not aid in my struggle to comprehend my mother's words. I hardly think she even meant it.

"Is there something wrong? What are you doing just standing there? Get changed and come back down to eat. Your father might join us if he manages to come home on time."

I nodded and walked to the stairs while eyeing her suspiciously. My mother did like to consume herbal tea, so I'm questioning whether or not she actually drank something that is destroying her brain.

Anyway, I scrambled up the stairs in a hurry. I needed to get to my room fast. What if this person isn't actually my mother? What if I'm currently in danger?

Once I entered my room, I slammed the door shut and struggled to open my phone. Immediately, I called Scaramouche.

My phone showed that it was ringing on the other line.

"Hello? I'm driving home right now."

"Scara! Are you close to my house? I need to get out of here, my mother might be planning to kill me!" I stuttered uncontrollably, but I knew Scara would be able to understand as my words were still quite audible.

"Y/N? What do you mean? What happened? I'm on my way right now, I just need to make a U-turn. Hang in there darling. Stay on the phone."

"Well.. I came home and t-told my mother the score I got for th-e exam, and she was alright with it! A-and, my father might be coming home!"

I heard Scara slam on the breaks.

"Dear, I can't go there while your father's around."

"Scara please! I don't feel safe here.."

A moment of silence followed my sob. Fortunately he sighed, and I could hear the car moving again.

"Alright. I'm almost there. Wait for me."