Her happiness before mine- fred weasley love story

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Maia walked through the door at 10.30 pm on a Friday night. Being a competitive dancer did not come easy. It was only the beginning of July and she was already suffering from an agonising 5 hour sessions of dance class, she just wanted to plop down on her bed and fall into  deep slumber. Of course, life couldn't be that nice to her. All Maia wanted in that moment was to grab something to eat and sleep, instead,she was welcomed with the voice of her drunken mother. "You stupid gir! You didn't get me more beer!" Maia's mother yelled. She came stumbling out of the living room. Her hair was out of place, scattered very messily around her face. Her shirt was half torn and she smelled completely like alcohol. "Mum, I'm sorry but I'm not old enough to buy you alcohol." Maia apologised. "You ungrateful bitch! After everything i do for you!" She picked up a empty beer bottle and threw it at Maia, just merely missing her. Maia shrieked at the sudden movement and quickly ran up to her room and locked the door. She could hear her mothers footsteps stomping up the stairs, nearing closer to her room. Maia quickly grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed half her closet inside, along with a money and a few other things. Her mother was now banging her hands against her door. Knowing it probably wasn't safe to leave through the door of her room, she glanced over to the window. She grumbled a couple of words out of disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. Maia pried her window open and dropped her bag onto the ground below her. She quickly did the same with her dance bag and proceeded to climb out of the window. The number of times she could have fallen to her death were now, uncountable. When she finally made it to the bottom she sighed in relief. Now she had a bigger problem. Where would she go now? She got a some money from her bag and started to walk towards the nearest bus stop.

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Maia's POV:

After a long two hour ride in a cab, i had finally made it to my destination. It was a cozy house. White wood surrounded the house and was topped off with a black roof. In front of the house was a very nice front garden. The house was 3 levels tall with many windows. I walked up and knocked on the door. It was well past midnight already, so i wouldn't be surprised if no one was awake. Lucky for me,there were still a couple lights on in the house, probably meaning someone was still awake. . I knocked on the door before stepping off the porch. I shuffled my feet from how cold the night was becoming. "Who the bloody hell is knocking on my door at midnight?" A familiar voice grumbled. The door flung open and standing in the middle of the door frame was Angelina Johnson. "Maia?" She sounded like she was asking herself more than she was asking me. Angelina and i had always been the best of friends. I was one of her few muggle friends ,as she called them. Angelina turned on the porch light to get a better view of who was the disruptive person who was knocking on her door and midnight. "Maia!" She said a little to loud for her neighbours liking. Immediately, she ran down and engulfed me in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry. I know its like one in the morning i just didn't know where else to go," i flashed a apologetic smile to her. "Oh shut up. I was going to ring you tomorrow anyways. What happened? Why do you have a cut on your- oh...."

The Johnson's were well aware of my mothers addiction. Many times, they had tried to help her out, trying to get her to sober up, even trying to get her to a rehab center. Sadly, their  plan to help had always failed. They insisted the least they could do was invite me over for holidays and constantly check up on me. They had kept this up for a good 13 years once my mother fell into addiction. No, my mother wasn't always like this. I used to have a family. A happy one. One fight and that was all gone. I remembered the last night my mother and father were together. It wasn't a happy memory, it was rather graphic. All i could remember was screaming, my mother picking up something that looked like a designed piece of wood and shouting something. A green flash of light hit him, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

That's the last memory i have of my father.

A/n: hi so this is the first chapter to my first book and yes i know its pretty boring rn and the grammar and everything is all over the place but i do hope that you enjoyed it at least a bit. My first language isn't English so my vocabulary and grammar really isn't that complex. I hope u understand! Have a great day!
Love,
Liz