It's Too Much For Me (Tate Langdon x Suicidal! Reader Lemon)

Chapter One: Just Stop!

"Where were you? School ended 40 minutes ago and I know it does not take you that long to get here! Ten minutes tops!" Father screamed. That's all he ever usually did. Yell. I get that he was working all day and night but that is no excuse to yell at your offspring.

"Nothing... just felt like going to the store after school. I meant to call you, but my phone died. I swear!" I protested.

Father didn't seem to believe me, but he let me go. "Your mother is coming over this weekend by the way, so clean up the shit you leave upstairs!" I heard him yell up the stairs. Of course she was visiting. Mom gets to come over every other weekend. That's her right. Oh god does divorce suck.

I ran to my room, tears rolling down my cheek slowly. "Cmon, don't cry."
A voice said behind me. I jumped and immediately turned around. It was my mother. "Oh (Y/N), I missed you so much!" She tried to hug me but I backed away. "Y-you're not supposed to be here for another few days." I stammered. "Oh you must be wrong! It's Friday, silly!" She forced me to hug her. Just kinda stood there, awkwardly.

"C'mon, dinner is being made downstairs! Don't wanna starve do you?" She cheered as she ran down the steps.

Moments of silence passed and then I walked down the staircase like a snail. Father musted made pot roast again because it smells terrible, but yet, Mom still likes it. It reeked of sour potatoes and dry, tenderless meat. When Father cooked, the meat was always chewy and disgusting.

I sat down and stared at my plate, disgusted by the slight burn marks on the sides of my dead cooked animal. "Do I have to eat this?" I asked him. "Yes, and you're going to eat it all. No excuses." He said, pointing his fork at me. I fidgeted under the table and stabbed at the meat. Stab. Stab. Stab. Grease and juices went everywhere and my "family" started to stare.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Father screeched. Mom growled and slapped him, she was kinda crazy. "Maybe she hates it! You always cook so terribly! I don't understand why the courts let you have (Y/N)! She's always loved me and not you!" Mother banged on the table. I continued to stab my food and I watched in awe, slightly scared. "Well, maybe if you didn't cheat and almost kill a 9 year old, you would still be here and you wouldn't be living in some apartment with your mother!" She gasped. "We agreed to never speak of that! Hurting Charlie was an accident, Harold! I didn't mean to!" "I don't care, Samantha! Go! Leave! Get out of my house!" Mom started tugging at her hair. Dad was right, she was fucking insane.

"Just stop! Fucking stop! This is all bullshit!" I screamed as I pulled off the soft, clean tablecloth. Mom and Dad stared at me and starting yelling at me. "All this family is is a fucking hellhole!" I put my face in my hands and bawled up the stairs.

Jumping onto my bed I turned on my music. Lorene Drive was playing on shuffle when I felt a soft pat on my back. "It's okay (Y/N), they're dickheads." I turned around and saw him. Tate. Fucking. Langdon.

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AN: I know it seems a bit rushed, im sick atm and i feel terrible so im trying to rest as much as possible.