Secrets A Corpse Husband x YouTuber ff

✯Past lies of love✯

 **This is information about Y/n in the past in Y/n's past perspective... Sorry if the point of view is weird I tried to wright in the pass tense. Also hmu if there are any mistakes, I wrote this in a hurry. I hope you enjoy. :D**

Born an only child, I was lonely. My parents would fight day in day out. Every time I woke up on the first day of school I'd go down stairs to find, broken plates were found every where; my mom having her cup of morning coffee mixed with tears. They had fights every Monday then my dad would leave for a week and come back with heartfelt words and gifts but they were just fake.  It was never a surprise, it was normal. My normal. I'd clean up after their mess but I never understood their relationship and I still don't.

I was a curious child since I was never allowed to go out anywhere. Out of natural human tendencies I asked questions about anything that would come to mind , only to be shunned and and beaten secretly by my father so I stopped asking them but I never really stopped asking. Because I asked myself instead all the questions and thoughts that ran through my mind and left them unanswered. Always. My dad became an alcoholic as soon as I was three years of age. Because I was his burden and too much work and money but I did everything that was asked of me over achieving everything yet he looked at me with those cold eyes, disappointed that I wasn't perfect. That I wasn't an exact clone of him.

I needed to be perfection and in his eyes grey eyes I was anything but perfect. Humiliation, even though I was an A+ student; because if I got anything below an A+ my dad would become irate and let his anger out on my mum and eventually he started to lash out on me too. So I studied hard, for mum so she wasn't hurt anymore than she was. She was fragile yet the toughest person I've ever come to know.

I asked her the same question every time she and dad fought. "Why are you still with dad? He's horrible and hurts you all the time! He doesn't care for you like I do... I just don't get it mom, I don't  want you to get hurt anymore. Why are you forgiving him after all the things he has done to you?" But all she would reply with was  "It's for love." Every. Single. Time. 

I wasn't allowed to make friends by my fathers rules. I only had one way of finding enjoyment and that was writing poems and singing them for my mom. I started to write stories to cure my loneliness and boredom but I always felt empty. I drew two dimensional friends  since at school everyone never even batted an eye or look at my direction. And honestly I didn't give two shits about popularity or friends. I was here to learn, to prevent him from becoming angry with me. To prevent his harmful ways towards my mum and I.

In twelfth grade I was working two jobs and still attending school keeping perfect grades and attendance. My dad said that if I became the valedictorian he would leave me and mum alone and never harm us again but as I suspected it was a lie. He always does this and I won't be the fool this time. He will finally bite the dust.

The two jobs I was working was to pay for my fathers booze and house bills. My first job was  being a fronts desk lady for a big computer tech company that's pay check was more than needed, the second was from 11:00 to 5:00am at a fast food restaurant that payed barely enough to cover any grocery bills that was near my school. I later on got another job offer from a cafe that's right between my house and the school, it also payed way more than the fast food restaurant for one less hour. I accepted graciously and gave my leave for the fast food restaurant. After the first week of working my new job, I knew how to make coffees, pastries, and muffins. I also started to get to know my coworkers and regulars at the shop.