(A/N: M/N= Mom's Name, D/N= Dad's Name. Also this chapter has a lot of cursing in it.)
Y/N'S POV
'Life, what's the definition of it? What's the meaning of it? Why are we here, if we're just going to die in the end?' These are the questions I ask myself everytime I wake up.
"Y/N! GET DOWN HERE, YOU ASSWHIPE!" My mom yelled, from downstairs. I sighed, and got ready to do the things my mom doesn't want to do. I remembered when it all started.
*Flashback To When You Were 5 Years Old*
STILL Y/N'S POV
I woke up to loud yelling. I check the time, 5: 45 A.M., and decided to go see what had happened.
"YOU'RE ALWAYS PAYING ATTENTION TO THEM, AND NOT ME! I AM YOUR WIFE, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME! NOT THEM!" I heard Mommy yelled, as I got closer to the bottom of the stairs.
"They are my kids, too, so of course I'll pay attention to them. Y/N is five, and Caleb is three. They need to be showed attention and affection." Daddy said, as I try to hide behind the kitchen door, and sneek my way to under the table.
As I hid under the table, while the table covers hide me. I barley heard audible foot steps. I know it belonged to Caleb. Caleb may be three, but he is smart for a three year old.
I crawl to the end of the table, closes to the kitchen door. Caleb watch, in horror, as our parents kept arguing. Soon, his eyes meet mine, and I made the "Shh" signal, without making any noise. Caleb, quietly, crawl towards me, while watching, hoping not to be spotted.
Caleb finally got to me, and the both of us kept quiet, while our parents were still arguing.
"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT TWO FUCKING KIDS, THAT ACTS LIKE THEY'RE GROWN, WHEN YOU CAN HAVE A WIFE, THAT CARES, AND LOVES YOU?!"
"That's the thing, M/N. We both wanted kids, but I guess you prefer to use them, and torture them. Not love, not care, not even worry about them."
"I DON'T GET IT, WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR SEVEN YEARS, AND YOU STILL CHOOSE THE KIDS OVER ME?! THEY'RE JUST A BUNCH OF USELESS NOBODIES, THAT'LL MAKE OUR FUTURE NOT WORTH LIVING!"
"THEY'RE OUR KIDS, AND THEY ARE NOT A BUNCH OF USELESS NOBODIES! CALEB ALREADY SHOWED SIGNS OF HAVING A QUIRK, AND YOU NEVER TOOK Y/N TO THE HOSPITAL TO KNOW WHAT HER QUIRK IS!" My mom stayed quiet for a second. She had the look of horror, mixed with sadness, and I think pure hatred.
"Get out. GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU FUCKER!" It took me awhile to figure out that Caleb was trying to get out from underneath the table.
I was just barley out of reach, and then he stopped. Then a loud crash, and a thud was heard right when he stopped.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU CRAZY BITCH?!" I flipped the table covers, just barely so I can see what happened, without getting caught. What I saw was something I know I would never unsee. The way the liquid, slowly, slides, and dropping on the floor.
The way how everything is slowly fading away. The voices around me became silent. The way his face will be the last face he'll ever make. Caleb's death, will forever be a scar, that'll never be healed.
'Why, his birthday is today? Why couldn't you guys wait till tomorrow to argue?'
"IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT OUR SON DIED, M/N! WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN THREW THE VASE AT THE FLOOR, HUH?! TO SHOW HOW MAD YOU ARE?! WELL GUESS WHAT, YOU SHOWED ME YOU'RE NOT CAPABLE OF NOT SHARING YOUR LOVE WITH OUR KIDS! I'm leaving, and I'm taking Y/N, and Caleb with me."
Daddy bent down to pick up Caleb, carefully, because his neck is broken. As he was picking him up, he noticed that I was watching. He wasn't too happy, but shocked. He quickly mouthed for me to leave.
I couldn't. At least, not after knowing that my little brother is dead.
"I'm going to count to three, and if you're not out of my house by then, I'll make you regret not leaving." Mommy said, spitting every word out.
"At least I'm not a murderer, like you."
"I kill, because I get paid to. I'm basically the breadwinner in our family, D/N."
"That's because I take care o-"
"Give me you phone."
"Wha-"
"Give. Me. You're. Fucking. Phone."
"Why? Why do you need my phone?"
"JUST GIVE ME YOUR PHONE ALREADY!" Daddy gave up his phone to Mommy, and she took her phone out too, and stabbed both of their phones with a big knife. Now, there's absolutely no way to contact anyone. She pushed, and shoved him out of the kitchen door, and to the front door.
Daddy had both hands holding Caleb. When Daddy, and Caleb were finally out of the house, Mommy locked the door, and rushed up the stairs.
'If she's heading to my room, then I'm dead meat.'
"Y/N, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!" I quickly got out from underneath the table, hoping Mommy didn't see where I was, but she did. She. Saw where I was hiding, she grabbed a handful of my hair, and dragged me into the bathroom.
"You're going to take a cold fucking shower. If I find out you use hot water, I'll beat you, till there's nothing else to beat. Got that?"
"Yes, Mommy." As soon as I said that, we stopped, but only so that she can smack me. It was pretty hard, since she has rings on like every single finger.
"I'm not your mom, you're not my daughter. You'll say, "Yes, ma'am" from now on. Got that, Asswhipe?"
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