Colby Brock Imagines 2

You Guys Have Abusive Parents

Me and Colby have an abusive mom and dad. Me and Colby are siblings. Colby is 12 and I'm 7. One day, our mom started yelling at me downstairs and started shouting about how "ungrateful" i am. Colby ran down the stairs and also saw the cigarette in her hand showing she was high.

Colby ran over and got in front of me before she could hit me. He looked down and my small, skinny, short self. I get starved by our parents so I'm super skinny that looks unhealthy. Then our mom yelled.

"Do you kids have any idea what it costs to raise you? And how much you're just throwing away? Everyday!"

Colby looked up at our mom, unfazed for a 12-year-old.

"Give me a number."

Our mom was shocked he spoke up.

"What?"

She asked, pissed off.

Colby ran over to the coffee table, grabbed a notebook and pen, opened the notebook to a blank page, and looked up at our mom again.

"Give me a number."

Our mom looked at him confused and angry.

"I don't understand."

"You give me a number for how much it costs to raise me and Y/n and I'm going to get older and make a lot of money and write you a check for what we owe you so that we never have to speak to you or dad again!"

Our mom laughed a little.

"Well i highly doubt that you will be able to get a job good enough to do that."

She said blankly and smirking. 

She put the cigarette in her mouth and Colby got fed up. He hit her in the face with the notebook and picked me up, carrying me upstairs to his room.