Episode 11

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Y/N's POV


TW: sexual scenes/mention


When I woke up, it was only 8 in the evening. I heard muffled noises downstairs, which wasn't normal on a daily basis. I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed, grabbing my phone as I groggily went downstairs. I was hungry, it was around dinner time. When I finally came downstairs, I noticed that Dad hadn't put any food on the table, which wasn't normal because if he wasn't home at the moment, he would've come home for a few minutes to throw something on the table, then leave. If he was actually home, he would be sitting at the table waiting for me.

But there was nothing. No food, nor Dad. I was starting to wonder where he was, so I called him. He didn't pick up, but I could faintly hear his shitty ringtone coming from his bedroom. Curiously, I followed it, and opened the door. And when I did, my eyes widened and I audibly gasped.

There were clothes scattered all over the floor, and half of them didn't belong to Dad. They were female clothing articles. There was a movement in the bed, where I saw my dad, with someone else. 

Fucking. Mom's. Sister.

"What the fuck, Dad?!" I yelled at him, which got the attention of his messy face. It made me even more disgusted. "With Mom's fucking sister, Ellise?!"

"[Y/N], I can explain." He said, trying to save his face. But hell no. I'm not letting this pass. 

"No. You vowed to Mom you wouldn't get a second wife or any shit! You promised her! That was her last wish before she died!" I said, turning on the lights to see the mess in front of me. "And isn't Ellise married?!"

"Uh, darling, she divorced a few months ago." Dad said, trying his best to hide that slut under the blanket.

"It doesn't make a difference! It's Mom's sister! I knew you were a bitch, but seriously?!" I scoffed. "So what if she divorced?! That's a whore you're dealing with! She's only using you as a fuck-toy! She pretends to love you then leaves you for someone who has more money!"

"[Y/N], I-"

"No. I'm done. I'm actually done. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scoffed. I tore off the necklace that Dad got me for my 13th birthday and threw it on the floor. I didn't feel anymore remorse for the face he gave me. 

"Go fuck your whore and have more children. Surely one going gone is fine for you." I said, blinded by rage. I stormed out of the room, calling the first person in my contacts. It was in alphabetical order, so I just called them.

"Uh, yea, what's up, [Y/N]?" A voice said. I couldn't really make out who it was because it's a phone. They're fucking bad when it comes to audio. (a/n: it's kinda just my phone

"Uh, hi. Can I crash at your place?" I asked. I didn't hear the questions they asked, since I was busy packing a bag or two of my stuff. Once I was done, in reality it took a few minutes because I just stuffed it with my shit.

"Uhm, yea sure." They said. It was then I took a look at who I called, and it was Aiden. Ugh, he was the last person I needed at the moment. I was still not over that thing from earlier. He disconnected, while I dragged my bags downstairs. I looked at my medicine, knowing I could walk to the pharmacy myself and get them. I threw them in one of the bags and zipped it up.

At the moment, Dad came out of the fuck room, actually dressed in clothes. "[Y/N], you can't be serious about leaving." He said, trying to convince me. 

"No. Fuck off, asshole. I hate you." I said with a scoff. And with that, I left the house and slammed the door, with the intent of not going back.

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