Heavy Language.
Violence and Sensitive topics.
Smut including BSDM, take it or leave it.
Mattia x Charli story. If you don't like it leave.
Cover By : @entirely_ale on instagram.
(NOT ME.)
I'm Charli D'amelio, people always think I have an easy life because I get paid throughout making TikTok ads or dancing on that popular social media app but it's not easy at all. A long time ago my parents divorced, ever since then our family has fallen apart, my sister Dixie is with my Dad meanwhile I'm stuck with my drug-addicted Mother who's a crackhead and doesn't even care for me.
When the divorce happened she started to leave out the house now, whether it was going to a bar to hook up with random males or to get drunk every second.
I just wish we had a normal life again. I'm really scared of my Mother because one time she came home from a nightclub with an empty wine bottle in her hand, she threw it at me and I ended up getting a small cut mark on my left cheek that hasn't cleared up yet. Have I mentioned how dirty she looks too? What happened to the cool Mom who got along with everybody 3 months ago? I fucking hate her. I know it sounds cruel since she's my mother but you don't understand, you don't understand what it's like to be emotionally abused.
Half of the time when I'm paid from dancing I barely get anything but $30 from my Mom since she runs my bank account, the rest goes to our food and her drugs, including a bit of wine. The only person I ever felt close to is my Mother's young drug dealer, he's one year older than me and he goes by the name Mattia but everyone around our neighborhood calls him 'Champ' I guess it's a nickname or some undercover bullshit? I mean. Not judging or anything. You would expect a drug dealer to look bummy, broke up, or be a crack addict themselves but no.
Mattia wasn't like that at all. He lived in a expensive looking house up at the mountains and had almost everything he wanted at such a young age, it makes me feel bad sometimes because I wonder why I'm not like that. I know it sounds pathetic, but I mean, when you live a block away from the HOTTEST man alive It's a struggle to control yourself.
Anyway, I'm sorry for mumbling and talking so much. I know you don't car- "CHARLI!!!!!" I hear my Mother yell from downstairs. I suddenly get up and walk to the top of the stairs, replying to her in a soft tone saying "Yes mom..?"
"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to your fucking self and go to sleep? You have school tomorrow."
"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be too loud. Um. I'll go to sleep now.." Shit. I totally forgot it's my first day- I didn't even mention it either. Whatever...
