Chapter 5 - A "normal" weekend
~~Y/n's pov~~
It was finally the weekend, a regular kid's favorite time of the week, my least favorite. Its Saturday morning and it only 5 am. Your probably wondering what I'm doing up right now, huh? Well, every day I wake up at 5 am just so I can make mother breakfast before she heads to work. It's the same every morning: eggs-scrambled, 3 pieces of toast, 1 pancake, and 6 pieces of bacon. I only eat one piece of bacon every morning. You'd be amazed at how long I've only had a piece of bacon for breakfast. Just as I put the plate on the table, mother came down to eat, all dressed up for work and sober as fuck. How is she sober in only 9 hours and not have a hangover? She let's me have my one piece of bacon before she leaves so I'm not hungry until dinner. John, mom's boyfriend, doesn't work until around 9 pm. He leaves for work just a couple hours after dinner. He comes downstairs, slightly hungover. I give him a couple headache pills and a glass of water. He doesn't take it, he just looks at it."It'll help with the hangover sir," I tell him, hoping he'll take it.
"I'm fine. Now take these pills away and make me breakfast, you bitch," he said slightly yelling at the end. I nod my head and grab the pills. I put them up and make him breakfast. He eats the same as mother but he doesn't give me any of it, knowing I had my piece of bacon. When I finish, I bring it to him and he dismisses me. I nod and take my leave, knowing I'd get in trouble if I didn't. I go get ready in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I grab my backpack that has extra bandages and some ointment for my cuts in it. It's a small version of my school backpack so I just carry those things in it. I sneak out my window and head to the park. I have to be back by 10, so only 2 hours at the park. I have to watch the clock near the entrance of the park. If I'm not back by 10, then I'm so screwed. I'm looking down as I walk so I don't notice anyone in front of me. Just as I enter the park, I run into someone. When I'm back on my feet, I look to see who it was that I bumped into. It was no other than.....
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!
Hey my little fawns! How's your weekend going? Good I hope. I'm supposed to be cleaning a bathroom but I decided to write this chapter instead. Let me know who you think Y/n ran into. So sorry this is late, by the way. I go back to school tomorrow so updates will continue to be at random times, except for spaced out. I love each and every one of you. Don't forget that. Have an amazing time wherever you are!! Bye bye my little fawns!!!!!

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FanfictionYou're a 16 year old girl whose father died in a car crash. You were only 8 when it happened...A year after he died, your mother began to abuse you. She blamed you for his death. You eventually fell depressed. You never made friends, in fear of them...