Hoodie x mute reader

Chapter Two

N/N = Nickname
M/N = 'Mothers' name
D/N = 'Dads' name
f/c = favorite color

You sat in the backseat staring out the window when you heard yelling. Knowing it was your parents, you didn't really care about it, but you listened in anyways. Besides. There was nothing else to do but film. Yet, your parents hated that you filmed. It was a nice hobby in your opinion.

"...(M/N)! Your damn daughter is bein quiet! Make 'er scream." Your not fully sober father yelled, after the fact, your demon of a mother reached back and yanked your hair making you yell out in pain, and damn, did she pull hard.

The Satan of your life, aka your dad, only laughed, and his wife went back to her position. You did as well. You sat back in your seat and stared out of the window, into the trees.

The car came to a stop after a few hours, much to your surprise. Nonetheless, you got out and grabbed your things, only to be yanked by your hair and thrown to the ground. Your things spilled out, as you had been searching for your camera.

Your Satan glared at you, then, muttered with the most venom he had ever spoken to you with, "Idiotic, useless bitch. Always on the ground. Always making a mess," then, at that moment, he saw the camera. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NO CAMERAS!"
And then, he took the camera, your most prized possession, and threw it into the woods surrounding your new house.

"That'll teach ya," He spoke, then spat on you. "Bitch."

You got up and dusted yourself off, wiping the spit off your cheek. Then gathered your things.

Walking inside, you find a room on the second floor. You walk in and start putting your things away. While putting your clothes in their drawers, you saw a very comfortable (f/c) bed, you, being tired, jumped on the bed and went to sleep leaving everything else for tomorrow.

(A/N): hey, muffins! This was a longer Chappie but I hope you liked! Feel free to give me any advice!

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