"i didn't do anything, y/n" said y/n's father trying not to raise his voice.
"then what the fuck happened!!" y/n screamed. frustration flowing through her body. she knew that her dad could get tense easily so obviously she would expect him to have done something horrible to her mother but instead.
"other way around.. it was your mother that hurt me." y/n stared at her father blankly. not knowing what he meant exactly. she looked him up and down to not see a single scratch on him. she furrowed her eyebrows, confused with what he meant by that. "not physically.. but your mother cheated so now we want a divorce." her father said to her slightly irritated.
"okay i get that it's bad but if she said sorry and she regrets it.. then there's no need for a divorce! at least not yet." y/n said. her voice soft but with a hint of anger. her father scoffs.
"well then. talk to your mother all about it, she'll be packing her bags and meanwhile she'll tell you how she didn't apologize and doesn't even regret it, okay?" y/d/n said as he got up from the couch. y/n glanced over at some suitcases by her own room. was her mom taking her? her anger left her body, at least for her dad. her anger returned to form for her mother. how could she? she ruined a family that was once perfect.
"mom. is it true? do you not regret it? do you even care about what happens to us when we all split? i really don't think so." y/n says as her voice starts to crack. her mother that once wanted nothing but happiness for the family ruined every little chance of them having it. her mom looks up. her eyes red and full of tears. even some strands of her hair sticking to the corner of her eyes. she cried, but for what? her mother did start all of this, no?
"baby.. i just think it's not possible for me to regret things. you know me, you know i do things for a reason and this didn't have a reason but i also have no reason to even regret it. understand?" her mom says as she reaches in for a hug. y/n backs away from her. she would've never thought that she would be afraid of her own mother's touch.
"no, yeah no. i totally understand, that you clearly have no feelings for dad and you just don't care about us or what we feel whatsoever. and i don't know you, i don't know who you even are anymore. so don't tell me i know you because even you know that my real mom would regret things like what you did. and trust me, ill wait, not too long. but i will wait enough for me to believe you are not my mom. not with that attitude nor your actions. sometimes it feels like i am so much mature than you. no no!!! i don't feel like, i know. if you'll excuse me, im gonna go to my room and i am going to stay with dad because i would choose him over you any day. even when he gets angry, he doesn't show any less love. unlike you, so please pack your bags and find a new place." y/n stood up from the ground and headed to her room. as she was going upstairs she got a quick glance of her father's room. he was sitting down and he heard the whole conversation. he has never been so happy to raise his daughter alone. y/m/n was sitting on the couch still trying to process everything. after a few minutes of about an hour and a half later she got to her room and started packing up. y/n thought to herself. this is a wrong time to ask to go visit kairi.. at least she only needed approval from her dad, really. she thought to herself trying to lighten the mood in her brain. she managed to slip a small laugh under her breath as she shortly stopped before crying.
*THE NEXT DAY. Y/N'S POV*
i woke up to yelling from downstairs. i tried to ignore it and get dressed for school. i wore:
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i turned off my lights, grabbed my backpack and rushed downstairs to quickly get out of the house. before i shut the door behind me my mom grabbed my arm. "let go." i said in a serious tone. i wasn't trying to argue with her, i just wanted to get to school.
"no! pack your bags we are leaving, y/n" my mom said. her eyes were red, i didn't care. she has chosen to do that..
"let her go, y/m/n" my dad got up from the kitchen table and rushed to grab my arm from her. my mom had a tight grip around my wrist and my dad was trying to loosen it. it was probably a few minutes before i was able to head out. before i completely shut the door i heard yelling already.
"NEVER TOUCH HER LIKE THAT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME, Y/M/N?" as i got in my car i slammed the door shut. frustrated with my own thoughts, i looked at my wrist to see a red outline from my mom's grip. i heard a loud scream come from the house so i quickly get out my car to rush inside. as i ran inside i saw something i would never forget.. nor forgive them for.
