Cry Baby [Halsanie]

seven

Eventually, my dad and the slut fuck in all different rooms and end in my dad's bedroom. I crawl out the closet and stretch my legs from being in a sitting position for so long. I stay silent to hear the words being exchanged between my dad and the slut.

"You were so good." My dad compliments.

"You were better. I can feel your cum leaking out of me."

"Clench your legs and keep it in for me. I'll give you more tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

"Have a nice night Megan."

"You too, Nathan. I love you."

"I love you, too." My heart shatters when my dad says those words. My blood boils in anger and if anyone were to see my face it would be bright red. He loves her! Why her? Why not mom. She used to be happy until you grew distant! I thought she was just a fuck toy to you, something to get off too. Obviously, that's not the case. I hope you burn in hell and mom gets the help that she needs. I want to scream these words at my father but I stay silent in shock.

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The rest of the day is a blur for me. My brother comes in my room begging for cash for his drugs, saying that it's the only thing that keeps him sane. I hug him and cry, making him promise to get help. He promises and hugs me back even tighter and I give him some money. My brother is a good guy, he just lead down the wrong path. When he has no money left and no drugs, he tells me about his future and how he wants to leave this place and become something worthy to the world. He wants to be a doctor or a counselor, if he was a doctor he would help mom or if he was a counselor he would help other drug addicts like him. His grades are great since I help him all the time, but the drugs are what keeps him sane. I just hope he gets help soon before it's too late.

My mom comes home with bags of groceries and she looks a bit better. She doesn't look tired or hungover but her brown eyes are always dull with sadness. It makes me angry to know my father is the cause of her sadness, because she doesn't deserve to be sad. She always rants to me about her and father's marriage. It was well in the beginning, but it went downhill when I came into the picture. She talks about how all father wanted was baby boys, so he could teach them about man things. He was happy when I was born, saying a little girl is perfect for this family. But mom was always busy with me and my brother, so he started growing distant and cold to her. I always want to take the blame but she assures me that it's not my fault, it's hers. I assure that it's not and she hugs me and tells me that I'm perfect. My family might be a dysfunctional mess but there is some good to it. At dinner, I decide to tell them about my project.

"I have this project for English." I start. Everyone's eyes fall on me and I fiddle with my fork.

"You do!" My mom says.

"Yeah, and she may come over sometimes. Is this okay?"

"Of course, sweetheart. I just want you to be happy and do well on this project."

"Bullshit. This project isn't being done in my goddamn house." I frown at my father's words. My mom slams her fist on the table making a glass cup fall and shatter on the floor.

"Nathaniel! I pay the fucking bills in this house, make your goddamn dinner, and take care of your goddamn kids! But it's your house?! All you do is neglect your kids and fuck sluts in our bedroom. Maybe if you took fucking responsibility, your kids wouldn't despise you and I wouldn't hate you either." My mom gets up from the chair and stomp upstairs. I flinch when the door slams and I hear it lock. My dad throws me a venomous look and he gets up from the table and slap me hard across the face.

"This is because of you. If you didn't bring up your damn project, your mother wouldn't be upset right now. You ruin everything, piece of shit." Tears burn in my eyes and I hold my cheek.

"Oh and by the way. Grow the fuck up! Your room is full of toys for little girls, how old are you? Fucking sixteen. If I don't see those toys gone by the end of the week, you are out along with those stuffed animals!" I wait until my dad is upstairs before I start to cry. I can't get rid of my teddy bears, I love them. It's not fair! I leave the table without finishing dinner and go upstairs. My dad is knocking on the door begging for mom to come out. She ignores him and he continues to knock. I go into my room and close it back, staring at all the teddies I have to give away. I change into my pajamas and turn off my lights, then put on my little light show. I don't like complete darkness, so I got myself little light shows. They go off automatically after a few hours, my mom got me it when I was younger. She always would talk about the beauty in the dark. Maybe something beautiful can come out of my dark and lonely life.

Just maybe...

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I was going to do halsanie fluff in this chapter but it came out like this. I promise that there is gonna be Halsanie fluff in the next one. Also let me know your thoughts on the new cover!