𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁.

I had gotten a beer from the fridge, as he asked. I knew it. He's a complete jerk. He wore a greasy white tank top with red boxer shorts. He was fat with brown hair showing on his belly and armpits. Even his legs! He was super hairy. The only thing I can guess he shaved was his beard. But it looks like he hasn't shaved in a while.

This was the guy my mom was excited to see!? What a joke. He looked like he was in his 30's, same as my mom. What did I do to deserve this..?

"HEY!" He shouted. "GIVE ME THE DAMN BEER!" I hadn't realized that it was still in my hand. "Oh- umm.. sorry! Here you g-" I heard coughing. It was my mom. She's.. she's.. She's sick. She's been sick ever since I was born, refusing to take the proper medication. 𝗠𝗼𝗺. "HEY!? Where you going? Come give your old man a hug!" He blabbered. I didn't want to have to do anything with him. I just wanted to see my mom.

"Mom! You okay.??" I stuttered. "S-shoyo.. ye-" She's not. Just as she said that I noticed multiple bloody clothes beside her. 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞. "M-MOM!?!?" I shouted. I was too distracted by the bloody clothes I didn't realize the blood running down her mouth. "S-shoyo.. I'm fine.." she stuttered. She not fine. Was this his doing? Or her sickness? Yes, it was her sickness. She was as pale as snow and she had big round black circles under her eyes. She wasn't fine alright, that's for sure. She needed help. I ran into the bathroom. "W-where.. where!!!!?" I couldn't find her medication. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁.

I will help her. No matter what. No matter the cost. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁?? 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞. 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗜- There. It was on the top shelf which means I'd have to jum- no use. I climbed onto the counter *Cus I'm too short* and got the pills.

"Mom! You'll be okay! I got th-" what. She's laying in bed, her eyes wide open but.. she's not breathing. "Mom..? MOM!?" I ran over to her. She's not breathing.. SHE DEAD? DEAD.. DEAD!? NO NO NO NO no no no no..no....no.......no.. I couldn't breath.  "Mom... no... MOM!" As I shouted that I heard a large thud from downstairs. "HeYyYyYyY.. sHoYo.. sToP yElLiNg.." it was da- whatever his name is. I'll just call him sir. Shit. She's dead. And he'll blame me. Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK.

"What's this... SHOYO!" Fuck. Fuckity fuck. "H-hey dad.." As I stuttered that he trapped me by the neck. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? IS SHE DEAD!?" Uh. "Y-yeah.. I think.. but it's cus-" darkness. He knocked me out. So he's that kind of guy.. oh. I'm unconscious and I forgot to pick up Natsu from daycare. Great. Just great.

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