Finding My Home // a.i (slow updates)

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9 months earlier

"What do you mean we ran out of money?"

"We ran out of money, meaning that we're broke." My mother bluntly said. Sugar coating that would've been nice.

"How could this have happened? Marcus and I work our ass off almost everyday every week. We work way too damn hard for this to happen!" I know my language was a little harsh, but I didn't give a damn at this point. My mother and father don't give a damn about all of us, anyways.

Marcus, my older brother who's only one year older than me, and I work a couple of jobs a week to help keep up with all the bills and taxes given to us from hell. My mom and dad don't have the right background and knowledge to keep jobs, or to do anything. They just stay home and drink away or smoke cigarettes and weed. The only time they leave the house is when they start to run out of their killing machines. They barely even take care of my younger siblings, Jeremy and Sidney, who are twelve and four, leaving it for me and Marcus.

Idiots.

"We lost money because of your idiot of a father spent it all buying marijuana from ... nevermind. So we're gonna need more," My mom stupidly responded. She, or both of them, really are idiots.

"No shit, Sherlock." I mumble, walking away from my stupid ass mother, trying to find Marcus.

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"What do you mean we ran out of money?" Marcus' voice raising, his words echoing mine.

"My thoughts exactly," I sigh, "I don't know what we're gonna do. All the bills are going to pile up and then important people from government, or whatever, will come and ask for money. We're going to have to-"

"No," Marcus interuppted me," We just got to work as hard as we can, and we have got to try and get mom and dad to stop smoking and drinking. If they don't stop, we don't save money."

He's got a point there.

Silence soon fills the air.

"Stopping from an addiction isn't easy, you know?" I eventually break the quietness surrounding us, shuddering from the thought of my old self. It's all my fault that my parents are wasting their lives. All of these things wouldn't have happened if I just listened to everyone, if I was smarter.

"But you got through it, right? If you can do it, they can do it, even if they are complete idiots," Marcus smiles sympathetically.

"I just can't handle all this pressure," I start to panic. I could already feel my heart begin to race, not this again. I'm suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

"Calm down,"Marcus strokes my hair trying to get me to stop worrying, "Everything is going to be okay. We'll work through this, Heather."

We stay like that for what seems like hours. We just sit there, the only sound filling up the room are my quiet cries. I don't mind, though. I crave for this feeling of comfort everyday, whether if I'm alone or surrounded by people who care about me. I just wish everything could be back to normal.

"We'll get through this."

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