I finally arrive home to find my mother is drunk. Great. Luckily Blake and Hamish had the brains to hide. I try to silently slip past mother but she hears me.
"Where have you been?" Mother demands.
"Hi Mum-" I begin.
"Don't try sweet talking me (Y/F/N). Where the hell have you been?" Mother yells in my face.
The vodka on her breath makes me wanna hurl.
"A-at t-the p-park." I stutter flinching.
"Where were you meant to be?" Mother demands.
"H-here at-at h-home l-looking a-after m-my b-brothers." I stutter. Mother slaps me hard on my already bruised cheek.
"Little brat. I never knew your family but they apparently were killed in a car crash. You're a pathetic excuse for a human." Mother yells.
Real family? What is she on about?
"R-real f-family?" I ask confused.
"Yeah. My best friend cared for you. When Hamish was born she died and left both of you in my care."
"S-so w-what about Blake?" I ask. This question results in me being beaten for another five minutes.
"His father knocked me up and left. Worst part is that Blake looks exactly like him." Mother yells at me.
She beats me until she collapses on the couch. Ignoring my pain I walk into the boys room.
"3 pairs of clothes. Make sure one is warm. 1 jumper, socks, underwear, pyjamas and put on joggers." I say to the boys.
I walk into my room and grab my (F/C) duffel bag. I grab a (F/C) singlet, black denim shorts, black (F/M/C) t-shirt, black tights, (F/C) long-sleeved hoodie shirt, black hoodie jumper and (f/c) trackies.
I put my joggers on my feet, shove black sandals into my duffel bag along with socks, underwear, bras and my (F/B) series.
I then empty my school bag and shove my art equipment, diary, pencil case, pads, ipod, earphones, secret wallet stuffed with cash and I empty my money boxes into my bag.
I then pack the rest of my bag with food. I grab my bag and walk back into the boys room.
"(N/N). I grabbed your toilettries and medicine. Blake packed some money same as me and I packed a first aid-kit." Hamish says.
I take my (F/C) toilettries bag off of him, complete with my six different bottles of pills, including the ones for my CDD and ADD, and my hairbrush. I shove them into my duffel bag after taking a blue pill.
"Thanks. We may not be blood related but you guys are my family. Got that. Now we're gonna have to climb through my window." I say grimly.
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NicoxReader
Fiksi PenggemarYou ran away from everything with your two brothers Blake and Hamish. You weren't fully related to either of them but you couldn't leave them with that drunk woman. After making it to camp half-blood you constantly feel that safe feeling of some per...
