Adopted By Beetlejuice Musical {UNDER HEAVY EDITING}

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Rayven's point of view
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((minor t.w. abuse))

As I sat up in my room, blasting Ready Set, Not Yet through my headphones, I thought of what would happen when my 'parents' got home. I sigh as I get to Adam's rap in the song, deciding to go along.

Once the song is over, I turn off my music and lay on my bed, motionless. I nearly fall asleep, and I would have if I never heard the door slam that I hear most nights, if not all.

I sigh, mentally preparing myself for what comes next. "Rayven!" I hear my 'mother' yell. I slowly open my door, dreading what happens after I step foot down the stairs.

"I told you to have the dishes clean when we got back, did I not?" I slowly nod, before finding my courage to speak, but not fully trusting my voice.

"I-I'm sorry, M-Mrs. Alixon (alex son Is how its pronounce) I-I for-forgot." She scoffed. "I forgot, I didn't mean to. That's all I ever hear from you." (edit: haha i realize now that i made a reference to The Outsiders that wasn't intentional)  She yelled. She raised her hand and i flinched. Without hesitating, she forcefully punched.

That is gonna leave a mark, I thought. She didn't stop. Hit, after hit. I didn't say anything, knowing if I spoke about it, the hits would be fore frequent and harder.

I felt something get smashed over my head, breaking, and leaving many tiny cuts on my face. I look down, dizzy, to see glass everywhere. Bottle. Mrs Alixon scoffed, once again. Then told me to get out of her face.

I went up to my room, closed my door and started to cry. It wasn't a heavy sob, since i was used to this happening. More so, a gentle, but emotional cry. That's it. I thought, as I got up, drying my tears.

I look out my window, checking how close to the ground I am. It's an alright height to jump, but it will hurt. Nothing much to hurt now. I chuckled to myself.

I found a suitcase and started packing all I'd need. clothes, portable chargers, my laptop charger, charging blocks, phone, laptop, money, and my art supplies. i pack it all away nicely without an issue.

I don't know where I'm going, but I do know this.

As long as it isn't here, i will be fine.

((EDITED))