(-SERENITY-)
/noun/- the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled.
You've been moving towns as long as you can remember, because your ass-hat of a fucking older brother can't seem to stay in place without doing something wrong that would lead...
A/n: yeehaw, making another book after I just made another one lol. Aged up most of the characters to 17!! (P.s: the reader isn't in the town where the main story starts yet!) There will be swearing.
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❝Troublesome❞
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You sighed tiredly as you opened your door, wanting nothing more than to crawl to a magical place called.. "Your bed" and sleep. School was tiring yet again, what was new? It's almost as if everyone in there had sticks up their asses because every time someone did something wrong the whole entire schools bullies the shit out of them, you're surprised no one has committed suicide yet due to that treatment.
As you entered the apartment, your senses was met with the strong scent of alcohol and a sight of a messy ass room, mother fucking damn it. can't that old hag clean up after himself!? You groaned in frustration. Your eyes landed on the sink, filled to the brim with dirty dishes, you wondered to yourself how your brother could use so much dishes in one day. You would normally let him slide making messes but-..WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING WITH THIS MANY DISHES!?? RECREATING THE LAST SUPPER?!??
You picked the dirty laundry from the couch, putting all of it on the laundry basket, you'll do laundry next week... Or never. Depends on what you're feeling to do next week.
You walk to the sink to clean the dirty dishes, yawning as you did so. No time for sleep, it's time to do chores around the house. You grabbed the sponge soaked it with some water and applied some soap to it, you grab a plate and scrubbed it. You hummed a soft tune to yourself as you cleaned the dishes, the humming was shortly stopped when you heard the door opening, you took a little peak at who it was and it was your brother, looking stressed. You knew the look so well, you've seen it lots of times that you lost count, this was always the look he had on when you guys got kicked out.
"Argh! Fu-... Fudge.. We got kicked out again! I didn't even do anything this time!" Your brother yelled, walking to the couch and sitting on it. "Pack your bags.. We're moving.." He told you as slammed his head on the table, making a loud thud. "Bring me alcohol." He said, obviously distressed. "You're gonna destroy your kidney with all the alcohol you drink." You said, but you still complied to his demand, washing your hands to wipe out the soap. You walked to the refrigerator opened it, grabbed a bottle of alcohol and threw it to him, he catches it and immediately takes a sip as he opened it. "Let it." He answered to your statement bluntly, not giving a shit about his kidney failing. If he was alone and you were taken by dad, he probably killed himself by now. But he had to live so that you wouldn't be alone, he can't die yet.
