:A Reluctant Hero: MiriTama x reader

~Mommy issues~

I was staring out the window waiting for us to arrive at our destination. Ms. Amajiki was dropping me back off at my house, I was really hesitant do leave but seeing as it was her house and I was still a child I really didn't have a say in the matter. I had a really bad feeling about going home. I had a strong feeling of dread that just grew the closer we got to the house. "Are you sure I can't stay with you for a few more hours?" I asked looking to her with some hope that she'd allow it, I already knew the answer because I've tried to do this many times before but I really wanted to stall the inevitable for as long as possible. "I'm sorry sweetie but it's getting late and it's a school night. I'm already an hour late so your mom is probably worried by now, don't worry i'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon." I sighed and leaned back in the seat "Alright... but are you sure I can't stay for another few hours?..." She sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder  "Look, to be honest I don't want to drop you off either. I would keep you longer but your mother made it very clear that she wants you home before 10:00 and it's already 9:30 and I don't wan't to be charged or anything like that. If anything happens call me and i'll pick you up, alright?"

 I nodded and she let go of my shoulder and turned back to the road. Both ms. Amajiki and Mr. Togata were aware of my mothers behavior and they've both reported him. CPS has yet to do any thing about it but it's nice to know I have support outside my dad. I looked out the win and saw that we had already got to my driveway. I grabbed my bag and hopped out "Bye, thanks or dropping me off" I closed the door careful not to slam it. I slowly walked up the driveway. I heard the car driving off and sighed, I was contemplating whether or not I should spend the night in my tree house when suddenly the door was ripped open violently i'm surprised it didn't fly off it's hinges. I took several steps back due to shock and looked up to see my mother absolutely fuming. Her face was red and her eyes looked puffy as if she was crying, her expression was that of pure rage, it was worse then when she was in the middle of one of her regular screaming matches with dad.

"YOU! YOU DEVIL CHILD" She pulled me in by my arm and carelessly tossed me to the ground. "YOU'RE THE REASON WE'RE GOING TO LOSE THE DAMN BUSINESS" She kicked me in the chest and headed in to the kitchen. I was still really confused, I wasn't told anything about what was happening and I was even more shocked that she put her hands on me. She might've thrown out my stuff or threaten me with some thing but she never actually hit me.

 "I SWEAR YOU'RE THE REASON FOR ALL OF MY PROBLEMS, IF I NEVER HAD YOU WE WOULD'VE NEVER CAME BACK TO THIS COUNTRY , TO THIS OLD SHABBY HOUSE, I COULD'VE HAD THE WORLD BUT NO, YOU HAD TO WALK INTO MY LIFE GET ALL OF YOUR FATHERS ATTENTION AND YOU ALWAYS HAD TO PLAY THE VICTIM" I was crying at this point, I still had no idea what she was talking about and was wondering where my dad was. "ALL I'VE EVER DONE IS PROVIDE FOR YOU BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND LIE TO YOUR FATHER." She came back into the threshold where I was trying to get up and shoved me to the ground, I looked up at her and saw she holding a bottle of floor cleaner.. why? Why is any of this happening??? She haphazardly tossed the bottle of cleaner next to me while tossing a small piece of paper on top of head "Read this.." her voice was thankfully quieter but still full of the same amount of hate from before. I quickly unfolded the note while she stood over me, her glare was so powerful I felt like she was literally burning holes in the back of my head. 

I'm leaving you. I just can't take it any more, every day it's another fight. Every time I try act reasonable you just have to lash out, it would be one thing if you were just fighting me, when ever I see you mistreat my (y/n) it takes all of my will power to not lose control. I can't live in the same house as an overly-controlling abusive narcissistic manipulative neglectful psychotic whore like yourself. I took the car and by the time you're reading this i'll be filing both a police and yet another cps report. I'm coming back for (y/n) and if you so much as touch her there will  be consequences. See you in court.

                                                                                                         Sincerely, your soon to be ex husband

'....What?..' I was genuinely taken aback. It comes without surprise that my father would be sick of her but I never thought of the possibility of them splitting up. I looked up to question my mother but I was not prepared for what happened next. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back violently, I started trying to pry her off of me but her grip was too strong. She poured some of the floor cleaner directly into my left eye. Luckily I managed to kick her off of me before she got to the other eye but damn did it sting like a bitch. I stumbled over to the bathroom and began aggressively rinse out my eye all the while violently crying. I wasn't able to see much but that wasn't my main concern. I could live with poor depth perception but I didn't think I could survive much longer in this house with out my father, once I thought I cleaned my eye out well enough I headed back out to try and locate my phone. My hope was soon diminished once I saw my mother stomping the ever living shit out of my phone surrounded by the torn pages of my music journal. I came to terms with two things that day, one being that my mom is in fact psychotic and two that if I wanted to get out of this house alive I was going to make some changes and fast. 

That was 2 years ago, still no sign of my dad... I mean at least now I figured out an efficient way to sneak out?.. yeah no it's still shit here.

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