Dollhouse

Why? Part 1

Screams and cries.

That's all I would hear throughout the night.

For months on end now both my parents have been spiraling in debt, this normally concludes my mum picking a fight with dad. Ever since I was born both my parents were huge smokers but my dad was also an alcoholic. Almost every night dad would come home at around two am and try to sneak into the house so mum wouldn't pick a fight with him. This has been going on for 15 years now. 

I thought that moving far away from dad would resolve the problem. It only made it worse.

Ace is your name. You're eighteenth birthday is this year that also means you can finally leave that dreaded place you call a home. You're crazy, out going, kind, to those who need it, but there's something that no one knows except you're mum.

At age fourteen you were diagnosed with depression. Cause? You're parents constantly fighting and the terrible mental and physical abuse you receive from your own mother. Ever since you moved out, your mother's abuse has not yet stopped. Countless times when you've come home to swearing, hair grabbing, wiping, punches been thrown and endless bloody war has been a stoned upon you.

Multiple times you've tried cutting and overdosing on medication.

You were so sick of life.

You wanted to end it so bad.

But the one thing that ripped you apart you never saw it coming.

FLASHBACK LAST YEAR (you aged 15) 

"Ace! Get your fucking fat ass in here!" 

" Y-yes m-mum?"

"Don't stutter bitch!"

You sighed deeply before responding. "Yes mother?"

You looked up and couldn't help but to feel disgusted, this forty-three year old woman had her legs spread at an one hundred degree angle, seated on one of three wooden stools, dressed in such an inappropriate and reveling outfit for her age.

"You're old enough now to go get a job and lucky you, will be working at the same place as me but across the street." A sly smirk spread across her lips.

(Forgot to mention your mum works with quotes and organised the bills for the strip club across the road, Kinky Nights)  

"What?! n-no please m-mum you c-can't d-do this!"

As she puffed the last bit of her cigarette she switched her gaze to me, she glared me down, fear taking over my entire body. By the look in her eye she was not happy. I could tell that anger filled her to the brim and over took her body. With all the leg strength she had the mother of devils slammed the stool into the wall directly behind her leaving a dint. Cigarette still in hand she lunged at me with all her might, stomping one foot on my wrist's above my head and the other my stomach, I couldn't help but scream and cry in pain, the cut's and bruising she had left only the day before, felt new and fresh again. While my mouth was wide open screaming in pain she took this opportunity to shove her cigar into my mouth and half way down my throat, forcing me to swallow it. All my helpless self could do was squirm under her incredible strength. 

"GOD DAMMIT ACE! WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE OUT ON THE STREETS HUH?! STARVE TO DEATH HUH?! ALSO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT STUTTERING?! Clearly you still haven't learn't your lesson."

With quick eze she jumped off of me, rolled me over and grabbed a fist full of hair, leaning down to my ear to whisper. I could hardly control the whimpers and cries escaping my lips.

"You'll start next week, if you don't, just go back to your fucked up farther like the weak, ugly, dumb ass, bitch you are, but really who didn't already know that."

 And with that she catapulted my head to the ground leaving me all alone to pass out, right before she went off to work yet again, leaving me in a puddle of my own blood, sweat and tears. 

Hi guys!

I hoped you liked my first ever BTS fanfic! I'm really sorry if it was to dark or didn't make any sense and that on one in BTS was in the begging but trust me one of them will show up soon. I wounder who it would be? Heheheh LOVE YA!

-BUNBUN