Hey my name is Y/N and I don't necessarily have a normal life. I'm the daughter of two dangerous killers. My parents wanted me to become a killer also but I refused. But that was the worst decision I could've ever made. Its not a great life I'll tell you that. I can't think of anyway to describe it its just that complicated. Anyway Me and my family moved all the way from New York to Los Angeles. Im going to this high school called Crystal lake view high. Wonder how that will turn out.
"Get up its time for school": My dad said barging in my room
As I was about get up he grabbed my hair roughly with a angry expression. I could smell the scent liquor on his breath. My dad don't handle his liquor well. He changes to a completely different person. Smoking and constantly drinking non stop while bringing random people over to sleep with. I makes me sick hearing the moans every night.
"Make sure you have breakfast ready or else": He said yelling in my face
He threw me to the ground and slammed the door. Tears filled my eyes as I got ready. Its my first day of school and I'm already a wreck. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The scars on my face haunt me every day. And its not just my father its my mom and she is worse. I went in the shower and feel warm water run down my scars. I applied some makeup to cover all my flaws. I put on a cute outfit and do my hair different. I always hated changing schools it makes my anxiety build up when your the new kid and don't know anything or anyone in the school. I left my room and see a half naked women looking for her clothes. She had smudged make up and messy hair. I looked at her in disgust and went down stairs.
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"Bout time you show up hurry up and make breakfast": My father said yelling at me with a liquor bottle in his hand
My mother came down stairs and looked at me in disgust. She always hated when I put make up on. She doesn't want anyone to look better then her even her own daughter. But They're the reason I put make up all the time. And plus it makes me feel beautiful on the outside to cover the ugly in the inside.
"Why are you dressed like slut. All that make up is making you look like a clown.": She said disgusted
I ignored her and serve them both breakfast. I was about to head out the door when I got pulled back roughly.
