Chosen Family - Crygi

|1| Need to know and need to go

A/N - Introduction - this story is primarily written from the reader POV however, I am writing it as a 16 year old girl and will often base the reader character around my age as I can then relate to the writing to make it more realistic. It will still work for any age or gender for your own preferences.

Gigi Goode and Crystal Methyd as well as other main characters are all Lesbian women (unless stated otherwise) due to me only referring to them in their drag personas and never as their boy selves.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and if you have any questions or suggestions please feel free to comment at any time. This is my first fanfic in this style so wish me luck haha! ✨

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|November - Thursday 18:00 |

⚠️trigger warning - violence and alcohol use⚠️

"Why haven't you cooked yet you f*cking idiot!" My dad shouted as he stumbled in clearly intoxicated, "you're useless and I wish you were never born you know!"
I was too scared to reply knowing it was not worth the risk so instead I tried to slide past my father to the stove in order to quickly start cooking something.
I felt a firm hand grip tightly on my shoulder as I suddenly tensed in fear.
"Please-" I begged.
Without a chance to escape the large drunk man struck me across the face with his hands creating an outline of red across my face as tears streamed down my eyes. He towered over me as I fell heavily to the floor of the dimly lit kitchen. I managed to make a run for it as he reached out to grab another beer from the counter. I ran towards the stairs and up to my small cramped bedroom where I blocked the door with a chair in hopes that my father wouldn't be able to reach me in here.

Despite the physical safety of my room, I knew I would never be safe as long as I lived here, with the worlds worst family. I always tried to be positive, other people had it worse than me I thought. But I couldn't deal with this anymore, the banging on my bedroom echoed through my ears and struck fear into every bone of my body, one day I wouldn't be left with just bruises. I wouldn't be left at all. I had no one to go to for help, my mum had left me months ago, blaming me for all hers and my dad's problems and I had no other family that I knew of. My friends were great but no one knew about my problems, I couldn't face telling anyone.

But now, I had to leave, with no plan just myself and as many clothes and necessities I could cram into my largest back pack. I climbed out of my first floor window onto the flat roof and scuttled down the drain pipe carefully but also not wasting any time. When my feet hit the floor I ran, I didn't know where I was going to run to but I didn't stop until I could physically run no more. I found myself wandering into a park which was dark and quiet. I heard the noises of birds and whatever other animals scuttled around in the bushes, for anyone else, this place would seem scary and dangerous late at night but to me this was peaceful and it felt a whole lot safer than my original situation. A narrow, wooden bench covered in graffiti and dirt was positioned towards the edge of the park, hidden by a row of large leafy trees which added to the darkness, blocking the moon light beneath them. I was exhausted and my bruised body was weak still from previous days so I decided to sit down, within minutes, without even realising, I had fallen asleep laid on the bench with only my bag to rest my head on.

I woke up as the sun began to rise, my eyes struggling to adjust as my face and eye stung from last night. My belly was rumbling loudly and my hunger was made very apparent by the sick feeling in my stomach. I didn't have much money but I felt it was probably okay to buy myself food as I needed the energy to keep moving and be able to function and think of an actual plan. I'd passed a shop on the way to this park but I had no idea when it would be open or what time it even was since my phone had ran out of charge. So I just waited outside the shop for what seemed like hours until finally it opened.

Inside, I tried to be smart. I bought food that would last me and nothing I had to cook. Then after paying, I simply sat outside in the morning light and ate as I tried to wake up my mind to think. What now? That was what I needed to figure out. There was no school at the minute as it was holidays which meant I didn't have to worry about dealing with that but I weirdly recalled something that I'd planned for this week but I couldn't quite remember what. Anyway, it wasn't important now, what's important now is staying alive and figuring out a plan. Yet no matter how much I tried to plan, I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid thing in the back of my mind. Monday 8-11 I thought.
"Oh my god." I said out loud.

I had saved up months ago and booked tickets to see one of my idols, Crystal Methyd. And now there was no chance I would be able to go. Unless maybe there was... no. I needed to stop being silly, in the state I was in currently, how the hell would I manage to get to Sheffield and see Crystal's show. I would be better off selling my ticket for survival money. Yet I couldn't bare doing that, it was the only thing I'd looked forward too for many, many months and she was one of the only people who'd gotten me through everything. Decision made, I had to go.

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A/N - I will try to include trigger warnings through as much as possible but I'm so sorry if I forget a few. Also, this story will progress quite slowly in the first 2 chapters but from the 3rd, characters will be introduced fairly quickly to start the story more.✨