Addicted (A Kian Lawley fanfic)

Addicted (A Kian Lawley Story)

Age 7:

"Mommy?" I say, starting to sniffle.

I look at my mom, who's laying on the floor in a pool of blood, gun in hand.

Me being seven, I didn't know what to do. I poked her and kept saying to wake up. But she never moved.

So I picked up the house phone and called my dad.

"What is it?" He says into the phone. It sound like a lady in the back, but I ignored it.

"Daddy mommy is in blood and isn't moving!" I say scared.

I hear silence, then the dial tone. Next, I called 911.

They got out here a few minutes later, along with my dad. They take my moms body and put her on a stretcher, then into the ambulance and drive away.

"Will mommy be ok?" I ask.

But instead of an answer, I get slapped.

"Worthless son of a butch" he mutters getting into his car and driving off, leaving me on the front lawn to cry.

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Age 13:

I was walking home from school one day, taking as slow as I could.

My dad said since I forgot to clean my room, he would beat me after school.

He's been doing that since my mom committed suicide.

He blames me for her death, even though I was only seven.

He goes out and gets drunk every day, then hooks up with girls (and some guys) at night.

Passing an old house, I spot a group of people, around 14.

They see me and wave me over.

"Yes?" I ask.

"What's your name?" One girl asks.

"Proserpina."

"Have you ever smoked before?" I shake my head.

A guy laughs. "You seem pretty stressed. Why don't you take a drag?"

I go over the cons in my head, but end up doing it.

I choked the first few times, but then got use to it.

It felt....relieving.

At five, I head back home feeling better than ever.

Of course I got the beating, but my dad passed out drunk before it got worse.

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Age 16:

"Hey get back here!" The store clerk tells after us.

But we just keep running.

When were far enough, I pull off my hood and ask my best friend Logan, "What did we get?"

"4 candy bars, a pack of gum, some Arizona tea, and a magazine" she replies with a smile.

We lay our penny boards on the ground and skate to the hideout.

Us two are kinda alike. Same brown hair, except hers is wavy and mines straight, same blue green eyes, same habits, same tanish skin. The only difference is that she's one year younger than me. She was the girl that waved me over when I was 13.

When we arrive, I see Brent and Joey inside.

Since we're still minors, we still live with our parents.

Only one more year for some of us.

"Where did you get that?" Savanna asks Brent, who's holding a guitar.

"Robbed the music store down the street. All I did was give him a glass of water with sleeping pills mixed in."

I laugh and open a candy bar.

At 10, I sneak back into my house.

My dad hasn't talked, touched, or listened to me since I was 14.

He gives me a beating when he's very drunk every now and then, mostly once a month.

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18 year old Proserpina 'Rose' Dunning, living in San Clemente, California, had a stressful childhood. Raised to fight, smoke, and steal, her life is a roller coaster. But when she steals from a certain YouTube star, will he be able to bring her from the addiction of being a rebel?