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80. Broken Home Song Preference - Luke

Part 3/4

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Requested by:
@StaceyStonier

You're younger in this one - 5ish maybe
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Okay I just finished Huckleberry Finn for my English class and the ending was very upsetting 😒

Luke:  
"Shattered glass like the past it's a memory now..."

It felt like your parents were married only to keep up appearances. With painted smiles on their faces, the three of you would parade around town only to come home and have the happy demeanor dissolve.

You'd be given the common courtesy of being sent to your room before the yelling started. Probably because you were so young, and the fighting was particularly loud and traumatizing.

It didn't help much. You could hear everything while you laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling. There was plenty to do in your room, and yet you chose to lay there.

Your parents had tried to make up for things with material possessions. Dolls, toys, clothes, costumes, everything a five year old could want. But even the prettiest doll, or the fastest toy car couldn't block the words from reaching you.

Terrible words that you weren't allowed to say were exchanged, profanities and expletives. You laid there and listened, all of the words were burned into your mind.

Fighting and screaming, then happy smiling faces and the perfect family. You got whiplash everyday from the constant spread of emotion all around you. You could never tell what was going on, or what would happen in the near future.

Would you be woken up by a happy parents gentle touch, or by the noise made by a loud fight below you? Would you have to scavenge for lunch, finding crackers and fruit to eat? Or would one of your parents take the time to make you a proper sandwich and something to drink? You never knew, sometimes you would wake up and find another body in your bed, or see the sheets in the spare room rumpled up.

It was all very confusing to your young mind. All you knew is that sometimes your parents acted like they liked each other, like how the other ones do. But when other people weren't around they'd be loud and fight.

It seemed like how adult relationships were supposed to be to you. So when you'd spend time at your friends house and ask them about their parents you were always surprised to hear that their Mummy(ies) and/or Daddy(ies) rarely raised their voices at all.

So then what was wrong with yours?

You decided to ask your Mum the next chance you got, when you were sitting on the living room floor coloring, while she was quietly folding laundry.

"Mummy," you hummed, trying very hard to stay inside the lines of the Dora color page.

"Yes Y/N?" Liz asked as she carefully folded up some of your pairs of mini-ripped skinny jeans. They were gifts from Ashton, who thought that they were the cutest things ever on you.

"Why does Y/F/N say that her Mummy(ies) and/or Daddy(ies) don't yell, but you and Daddy always do," you furrowed your eyebrows and stuck out your tongue in concentration. You were trying to color in Boots, but you couldn't find the right shade of blue.

Liz on the other hand, didn't answer, she had momentarily paused in fact, and stared down at you in shock.

After a few seconds of patiently waiting, you stopped your coloring and innocently looked up at your mother. You swung your feet back and forth behind you and hummed a little bit of "Wheels on the Bus" as it was your favorite song of all time. Truly a classic.