Life in Hell ( Human male reader x Loona) +18

encountering demons

a/n: first off, this idea was given by one of my fallowers @bubblegumrock10 so enjoy this new story

Y/n was coming home at night sneakily because he snuck out of the house when his parents told him not to go to the karaoke night at that restaurant. He loved going so much that the owner there was grateful for it. He loved to sing, but every time he did, his parents beat him for it because they thought singing wasn't a talent. He was proving them wrong. He stood at the house and took a deep breath.

Y/n: fuck, I don't want to be here at all. Why do they fucking hate me I didn't do shit to them

He slowly opens the door to see his abusive parents watching T.v and Beer bottles on the floor he carefully sneaks in with his guitar in his hands and creeps up the stairs, avoiding getting another round of the beating, as he makes the first step

F/n: Where have you been?

Y/n stops at the steps and slowly turns around, speaking in a deep tone to his father while his mother is sneaking up behind them.

Y/n: Oh, I was.. um at the skatepark. that's right.

F/n notices the guitar in his hands, he squinted his eyes at Y/n who is backing away right now.

F/n: With a guitar?

Then it hits the father. He knows about that restaurant that lets folks do Karaoke, and so does his mother. He takes out a whip.

F/n: You were at that stupid restaurant, weren't you!

Y/n widens his eyes when he sees the whip from the couch and aims it at Y/n; F/n hits Y/n on the stomach, causing him to drop down in pain.

Y/n: Oh! fuck! No I wasn't!

f/n: Don't give me that bull shit you no good brat! you were at the restaurant when I told you! not to.

He then whips his back, and his shirt is torn up y/n is now on the ground, beaten when he notices a knife on the ground. His father puts his whip onto the ground and walks over to Y/n holding him back, from his arms as forcing him to watch when his mother picks up the guitar it was the same one that was signed by the great Micheal Jackson when Y/n was 10

Y/n: What are you doing with that!

M/n smirks evilly.

M/n: Oh, just helping you out since you don't have a talent.

His mother smashed the guitar in front of Y/n's eyes, and tears came out of his eyes. He gritted his teeth.

Y/n: fuck you bitch! I hate you all!

Y/n's mother widens her eyes to hear him call her. That got pissed off, and that was the last straw.

M/n: You know what, Y/n? We had it ever since you were born; we never loved you in the first place; you are now out of this house!

Y/n was in tears now he was getting kicked out by his parents. His father approved it as he let go. punches him in the face hard giving him a black eye

F/n: Pack your things you're gone.

Y/n did that after he did, it was really late. He packed his clothes and painfully walked to the door with his backpack on his back. He looked at his parents.

F/n: well are you going to leave or.

Y/n: just one more thing.

Y/n takes a knife out of his pocket and slices his father in the neck! killing him His mother widens his eyes.