A Broken Heart (Ticci Toby X Reader)

Chapter 1-

You laid in your bed that night. You could hear your mother and father screaming at each other. Just a typical night.

"She's 3 years old!" You heard your mother scream. It wasn't always this way. You used to be a happy family. Mommy used to always be happy, and daddy wasn't into all that alcohol. In fact it was just this year that all this started happening.

"I don't care how old she is, she's old enough to not be this stupid!" Daddy yelled. A tear rolled down your cheek as you tried to push it off. "It's okay," you thought to yourself. "Daddy's just upset, he doesn't mean it." You always tried to find the good in things. Everyone deserved second chances, right? Soon you found yourself crying.

Silently
So they wouldn't hear.

Then you heard shuffling and muffles. Things you couldn't quite understand. Then there was an ear piercing scream. It was coming from mommy. You could tell by the girlish sound behind it.

"Please don't Daryl!" She called "I love you!"
"It's too late for that one Janet." You heard daddy say in a voice you haven't heard before. It sent shivers down your spine. Then there was a loud BANG!
You jumped out of bed and hurried down the hall to see what the noise was, but what you saw made you wish you hadn't left your room. "mommy!" You cried out as tears flowed out of your eyes. Your mom laid on the ground. A hole in her head as a crimson red liquid was flowing from it.

Your dad was staring at her. Angry and crazy look on his face. "How could you! You hurt mommy!" Your dad looked at you. "She deserved it." He said. "She's stupid, just like you." He screamed and clutched the whisky bottle in his hands.

That sent a line of shivers down your spine. You took those words in. You let it all sink in. Memories of your beautiful, young mother ran in your mind. She was always smart. She always bandaged you up, and took care of you when you were sick. Now she's gone. Because of a stupid act upon your "father"

"I hate you." You said in almost a mumble.
"What?" He asked.
"I hate you!" You screamed.

He glared you down. He dropped the whisky bottle and slowly and calmly walked to your direction. "You hate me?" He asked as a rhetorical question. Then he began to raise his voice. "After all I diD FOR YOU?!"

He pushed you down, and the tears began to flow again. "You stupid, insignificant brat!" You tried to get up, but he slapped a hand across your face.

"I've had enough of you." He took back the calm-angry tone. "Get out of my sight." You ran to your room and hid in the corner. You slid down the wall and hugged your small little knees and began crying, hard.