Brandys fake reality

mother troubles

[ TW!! THIS MAY HAVE SOME SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS VERBAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE AND EVEN DRUG ADDICTION TOO!!! SO IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO ALL OF THAT, THIS FANFIC ISN'T FOR YOU!! AND THERE IS ALSO ONE SLUR HERE TOO!!

JUST A WARNING BEFORE WE START! <33 ]

May 18th, 1989

Saturday evening,

I missed when mom would be in our lives; I don't know how she does it, but.. she made it feel so special.. she made the family feel so vividly alive and whole..

No, I'm not just saying that because she's a "mom", she felt like she made everything in the family go so.. so.. vivacious and vigorously alive.

However, that was all before it all happened.

And it sucks that now she's gone.. my dad has been acting so weird ever since Chilli was born..

Before she was even born, mom and dad would always fight about something so stupid. One time, when mom was driving she wanted to kick dad out of the car because of the bills! HOUSE BILLS!! and they were even fighting about it in public, it was super embarrassing!

And now, ever since my mom and dad had actually divorced and went to court, I had to go live with my mom on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays meanwhile I get to hang out with my dad for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and thursday.

It was going alright until mom started going extremely crazy, she was taking some stuff that she told me and Chilli that it was "medicine" by the time I was 9 and she was 4.

Me and Chilli never understood how or why mom was acting like this, but that was all because we were little kids! So of course, we aren't going to understand a thing about some "medicine" that'd make you go insane!

And of course, my mom took it so much to the point she'd smack Chilli across the face for no reason.

Chilli's poor and innocent eyes looked through moms drugged eyes,

her side on the forehead bruised up,

her eyes flowing up a waterfall as the pain takes over her; she was incredibly horrified in disbelief of this happening.

I didn't know what to do but to just stand there and just witness the stuff mom did to Chilli, I was too terrified to move a single inch.

My heart was racing as if I were to run a marathon, my gaze began to space out, my mind felt like it was slowly burning away like a fateful memory.

Mom would tell her how "retarded" and "stupid" she was, she yelped and shouted the more mom had even kicked or slapped her.

"MOMMA! MOMMA!!" She'd cry as mom repeatedly put her hands on the poor pup.

I couldn't do anything besides going to my room, lying down on the bottom bunk of my bunk bed and cover my ears with the fluffy pillow as much as I can to avoid hearing those terrifying screams.

I wanted to call dad on moms phone, but it was in the living room. And mind you, my mom lives in a trailer and there's nothing but a bunk bed, a bathroom on the side of me and chillis room, a kitchen merged with half of the living room and mom sleeps on the couch in that exact living room near the kitchen.