T. B. Sangster Imagines [REQUESTS CLOSED]

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It was a day in this household.

My mother, Julie and my father, Bobby are bickering again.

You see, my brother, John got suspended for bringing pornographic magazines to school. He didn't want to let our Aunt Mimi know. So instead of staying home and be honest, he lied to Mimi that he was going to school but he was headed for our mum.

"I need him!" My mum sobbed quietly even though I can still here her from the staircase, "I need him to be mine!" She exclaimed.

The whole place went silent for a few seconds. Until Dad spoke up.

"How about we make a deal?"

At this point I grew more and more curious. I wanted to come closer so I did, but I tried not to get noticed.

"W-what is it?" My mum asked with her voice filled with desperation.

"Y/N or John. One of them has to go." My dad, Bobby stated. I looked up in shock. Suddenly there were tears in my eyes. I knew he hated me from the start. I suddenly remembered the scene that happened between me and my father. I caressed the scar plastered right down my eye.

I couldn't brush that memory away.

I know my mum very well, when she's desperate for something she would do anything to get it. She hesitated, "L-let me think about it.."

****

The next day, 4:00 in the morning, my father went to my room to have a little chat with me. "Your mum's having a hard time now that she has 4 kids here ever since her son arrived," he stated.

"I can see that," I replied without any emotions.

"I talked to her about it, she agreed with me on letting you live at your aunt Mimi's."

I can definitely tell that he was the one who made the decision, not mum. I was supposed to say no, but the fright I'm feeling from this man who I call my father got in the way.

"I-I understand dad," I quietly replied.

"I'll.. I'll go pack my stuff.. Expect me to be gone when you get home from your work."

"Good." Was all he said as he stood up and walked over the door, "and Y/N," he called, "Don't call me dad." He added and left as he closed the door.

"I can get used to that." I muttered to myself. I sighed and looked around my room. I'm gonna miss the comfort this room always gives to me..

Though I don't mind living with Mimi or everyone else's home, the only thing I hate about moving from one place to another, is packing.

I was still disappointed that my mother just let da- I mean Bobby decide.

But I can't do anything about it, can I? So might as well just get whatever I can pack in the morning and then come back for my other stuff later on.

~one week later~

"Bye Mimi, have a nice day," I greeted goodbye to her.

It was a good thing she took me in. She understood the issue with my mum and Bobby. She provided another room for me to sleep in and put all my stuff in there. "My my, you have quite a lot of stuff there," she would say. Then I would reply with, "Don't worry Mimi, I'll keep it organized if that's what you're worried about."

The truth is, I have more painting supplies and vinyl records than clothes.

I walk to school the next day without anything in my face unlike girls in my school with their red lips and winged eyeliner. My hair was undone, like always. I tried to hide the right side of my face where my scar is. Most girls stepped out of my way like a scared puppy. I guess my face made me look intimidating especially when there's a scar on it