I avoided him at work at all coasts. I even asked to change my shift, but to no avail.
I guess I just have to deal with him.
I was on break when I got a call from my mother.
I debated on weather or not I should pick it up, but decided to answer in fear of how angry she'd get if I didn't.
"Hey mother"
I heard glass shatter and then drunken slurs.
"M-money.... *hiccup* I need money..."
I sighed, rubbing my temples with my fingers.
"Mother, I sent you all my savings for the month. I have 55 dollars to last me till next mouth and it's only December 1st..."
I heard her scream bloody murder and break bottles and plates, waiting her to curse me out again.
"You fucking skank, I raised your ungrateful ass! you're a failure and black mark on our name! Your the damn reason your father does drugs and is on his fucking deathbed! I can't believe I gave birth to such an abomination! You should just go kill yourself already!!"
I pulled my knees up to my chest and dropped my phone, the screen protector shattering.
I listened to her muffled insults and curses, small tears sliding down my cheeks.
When she finally hung up, my shift was over. I listened to my own mother call me, useless, ugly, a failure and a slut for two hours.
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It's not your time sunshine
FanfictionShe's a suicidal girl convinced that death is the only answer. He's a boy full of life, convinced everyone has more then one option.
