Hey lovelies🧡
please read before continuing on with the story you might be confused.
•I'm changing the dad's name to Cliff because it's not right to Chris real dad who wasn't the abusive one in the relationship. Just doesn't feel right don't judge lol.
•Also would it be retarded to post pictures of the cast so deep into the story?
Enjoy! ✨
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Christian.
"Pass me the greens" My mom said filling the sink with water. I sighed and gave her the three bunches of greens. Chris hasn't came back yet so I'm helping instead of him. Of course my dad has some slick comments to mumble but how else is tonights dinner going to get done? She already has the Mac and cheese in the oven and the meat was already cooked. We just had some sides and the desserts to finish.
"Ma can I sit down? I'm over this." I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"You're going to help me cook if you want to eat." She said sternly. "I'm tired of this family whining and getting away with murder. I'm tired and over this too Christian but hungry people are coming to eat tonight. So stop complaining and cut those sweet potatoes."
Not wanting to talk back I grabbed the utensils and washed the sweet potatoes about to cut them.
"Don't talk to our son like that. His name is Christian not Christopher." My dad said. I turned around and saw him leaning against the counter. "If the boy don't wanna play house then he doesn't have too."
"No dad it's fi-"
"No fuck that!" He yelled slamming his hand on the counter top. My mother jumped a little bit still not facing him. "Christian go sit down and turn on the game."
"No I can help mom. It's fine." I mumbled grabbing the knife and the sweet potatoes. I sat at the kitchen table and started peeling them.
"You can't be tired when you barely do shit Joyce. I hold this family on my shoulders, not you." He spat real low.
It got quiet so I focused back on peeling the sweet potatoes. Soon the quiet was disturbed by my mom letting out a piercing scream which caused me to look up. He had her hair wrapped around his hand and he was pulling it.
"Complain again." He scolded. "I dare you."
He let her go and grabbed me by my jacket. "Come on, she'll do that."
I looked back at many mom and I could tell she was crying. I felt so bad but what could i have done? I'm a product of my father.
Tyler.
After the longest, most silent ride of my life we finally made it back to the house. I grabbed Chris' medicine and we made our way into the house. Thanksgiving food filled the air making me smile.
"Of course she's cooking by herself." Chris shook his head going into the kitchen.
"Not everyone wants to be a housewife chris!" Cliff yelled laughing.
I looked at Christian and saw many emotions. He looked at me and huffed looking back at the tv. Chris came out the kitchen and snatched up Christian. I dropped the medicine and tried to break whatever is happening up. Everything happened so fast.
"Why is our mom crying?" Chris asked red in the face.
"Come on you just got knocked out. Are you sure you want to go back to the hospital?" Cliff laughed.
