Falling (Lookism x Reader)

Prolouge

Have you ever been in a situation that made you want to throw up and die on the inside?Well, that's the feeling I'm having right now.

I am seated on a leather couch with the air heavy with unbearable tension. Every passing second adds to the discomfort of the situation as I shift uncomfortably on the couch. In front of me are my parents watched my every move with their beady eyes, waiting for me to do something. Inevitably make a wrong move. Anything. In this point in time their glares are no longer enough to intimidate me I have come too far to be intimidated by some old man. I raise my head from looking at the tiled floor meeting my father's dull eyes that were staring right into what seems to be the depths of my soul.

After a couple of seconds filled with my heartbeat pulsing in my ears he stands up slowly from his spot on the couch in front of myself. His shoes tapped against the polished floor heavily as he made his way over to me. With each step he takes I can see his eyes whom have been gazing at me this whole time darken menacingly making a nervous chill go up my spine.

After a while of this tense staring contest I break under the overwhelming pressure and move my gaze back to the floor. I feel his gaze piercing me as if the longer he stared the more of a chance I might die. He crouched slightly in front of me trying to meet my eyes once more.

"Y/n why must you always find a way to disappoint me?" He seated waiting impatiently for me to respond to him. When he realized I wasn't going to the anger that had been building up inside of him ready to implode. He roughly clutched my face and jerked me in close forcing me to look into those dark eyes I loath.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you!" He forced my face out of his hands making me land on the polished tile floor of the room. My mother stays silent watching as my father continues looking down at me in my broken state. My heart pounded inside my chest, and my breathing was ragged I felt something streak down my mouth.

I swipe a hand over my mouth and look down to see my wounded hand with a streak of blood. My eyes widen noticeably, and I slowly look up into my father's eyes as he scans over my face producing a face of disgust in reaction. Never had he went this far.

"Security please take this child out of my home. I want nothing to do with it past this moment." I look up in shock at the orders he gave hurriedly rushing away from his figure and backing up into a corner.

All I could hear from him was the clicking of his shoes on the floor as he left me alone on the marble floor waiting for the security to take me away. As they left a group of men came through the door in an orderly fashion and looked down at me avoiding my eyes. My mother stood up from the couch and extended her arm towards me hesitantly as if I were a wild animal.

I slap her arm away and bolt out the door but this point no one can stop me.

I run as far as I can from the house and make my way into an empty alleyway. I breathe in heavy gulps of air as I look up to the sky only to be distracted by the stars illuminating the dark knight. The alleyway was lit up by the moon that took over the night sky. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.

This is the beginning of a new life.

My new life.

~Time Skip~

I pull up to a charming house on my motorcycle and quickly hop off instantly removing my helmet from my head. I stand up and move in to looking thoughtfully at the modest building in front of me. I smile a bit and let out a deep sigh.

"So this is it huh,"

Many people would probably be wondering. What the hell is going on? Well, I'll kinda explain.

I am Y/n L/n heir to the L/n company of electronics. Well...used to. I am currently standing in front of what I will ultimately be calling my new home. As of a couple of months ago, my parents had decided I was a lost cause and kicked me out. Well, my parents were never really fond of me, so it was inevitable for me to get kicked out.

It seems like severely breaking that snobby rich girls nose was just the cherry on top of the sundae of profound disappointment. Who needs them anyway. With the help of that idiot, I finally have myself a new house and my motorcycle what more do I need.

GROWL~

Food.

I need food. I look down at my sweater and notice a hole forming on the worn sleeve. And clothes.

So much to do. So much time.

I'm not in a rush really.

Hopefully...

:)

Hey anyone who's reading this...thanks for giving this a chance.

Later.

-A