A Fallen Stack (M.Reader x Abusive Neo)

Do you know what my life was like as a child? I highly doubt it.

One day my mother is tucking me into bed, sending me to sleep with my favourite lullaby; the next, she's putting my hand in the fire, smacking me across the room and screaming at me, telling me that I'm the reason dad left us.

And she comes to me, after all these fucking years, asking for forgiveness?

The hardest choices are those with the most obvious solutions. Because the real solution is never that which is obvious.