short Backstory-sorta

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Y/n sat at a table, papers covered the table as he held his head in his hands. Why was he so stressed you ask? His child had come with a bad sickness and there was nothing they could do for now, they didnt have the money to pay for the medication, or a hospital at that. Y/n sighed and let a few tears out but wiped them off. The mother of his child was off partying, she was young, who could blame her? Y/n could, and he would blame her.

[Previous argument]

Y/n: THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOURE GOING OUT!? THATS THE THRID TIME THIS WEEK, ITS ONLY WEDNESDAY!

???: IM STILL YOUNG, IM NOT GOING TO WASTE MY FUCKING LIFE WATCHING OUR CHILD.

Y/n: YOURE SO FUCKING SELFISH! YOUR OWN CHILD BARELY KNOWS HIS FUCKING MOTHER! I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME MORE THAN EVER, AND YOU KNOW THAT! ON SECOND THOUGHT, GO! GO PARTY AND DO DRUGS! BUT DONT FUCKING EXPECT ME TO OPEN THAT DOOR WHEN YOU COME BACK!

??? slapped him before leaving, slamming the door. Y/n sighed before sitting on his couch, slowly breaking down.

[End]

Y/n looked at the papers and sighed sadly, remembering how his father said that he should join the military. Y/n started considering it, but remembered his mother.... that bitch. He realised he had no choice but to accept. He got up and walked towards his sons room, looking at him sadly before walking over and kissing his son on the forehead.

A/n:That's all. Leave

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