My parents were awful. They were mean and abusive towards my sister and me, and their first priority in life wasn't to care for their children, but rather spend hours upon hours obsessing over money and ways to get it. All they wanted was money, and my sister Carla and I had to deal with their shit. They hit us, shouted at us, forced us to work crazy hours to make them happy, made us steal from innocent people.... The list never ends.
I wanted to have a good life- parents who actually cared about how my day at school went, a good university to study at, and get a job and make money for myself. But no, they didn't want to send me to college- refused to pay, rather- and every penny I made went toward their alcohol and partying budget.
I had to do something, or else my lousy parents were going to ruin me and my sister's futures.
*Edited* by @thisismahliife
Warning: cussing, may contain suggestive themes.
(Please don't be alarmed when you see the publishing date, they grow up as the story goes on)
*this story is currently discontinued, I might finish it sometime soon, but that'll be a long time away*
“What the hell are you doing?” I spat at Zayn. He just pulled away from her to look at me.
“Get your hands away from my sister.”
“Harry I’m so sorry-”
“Oh really I’m your sister now?” She spat getting up and marching right up to me.
“Why the hell are you making out with Zayn?” I yelled.
“Why the hell are you in my room?” She asked. “Get out.” she walked back to Zayn.
“You two stay away from each other you hear me?”
“Sure Harry.” She laughed at me. Zayn didn’t know what to do.
“I’m serious-”
“You don’t get to decide my life Harry.” She declared.
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Let’s start at the beginning so this all makes sense.......