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Ch. 4 - Deep Hell Flames

Your POV

You sat in the car ride home quietly staring at the golden freddy mask Michael gave you. It was the one thing that made you smile today over the princables office thing, and the mention of your father. He wasn't abusive no, he just did nothing and neglected you as well as verbaly harmed you, in a mental way, your mother stuck him up though. It got... worse, for you, your mother on the other, it got better

People described you as a problem child ever sence you cause problems in school. Honestly, you could agree with them "Mom, did you mean what you said about dad?" You asked not looking up from the mask. "No, of caurse not. It was just, in the heat of the moment I wasn't thinking to straight. I'm sorry" she said

You shook your head "Can we just... go home. I don't feel like eating anymore." You said quietly feeling some tears fall from your face onto the mask "Sure honey, we can go home." Your mother said and quickly drove home.

Once home you rushed out the car and through your bag at the couch and went into your room closing, and locking your door. You went face first into your pillow, and turned over to stare at the ceiling. Sure you got in trouble a lot, but when your mom mentions your father, it becons a whole 'nother story.

You layed there for what felt like forever until you felt your phone buzz. You took it out and sat up and went into your messages;

"Hey man, just got home from the office, what was that outburst thing? The thing abt ur dad to"

You chuckled a bit, you almost forgot Michael you gave you his number, and you talked to him a bit the night before. You decided to respond;

[Your Username]🔪
Hey Mike, yeah. Office was shit. I think I got a bit carried
away with the sexualising shit, but idk where it came
from :/

Michealle Aftoun👀
Idk where it came from either obvi. The thing abt ur dad
tho?

[Your Username]🔪
Oh yeah, my dad is an absolute shit bag.
Haven't seen him in a few years, but I remember thay he
was fucking garbage at being a father

Michaelle Aftoun👀
I wonder why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
lmao. anyways hru ignoring the office shit

[Your Username]🔪
Meh. ur friends are epic tho. Mark's bitchy, but the rest
are pretty swaggy 😌💅

Michaelle Aftoun👀
I'm not cool :(

[Your Username]🔪
ofc u r dumbass. ur numbro 1 on the cool/epic list 😎

Michaelle Aftoun👀
Thank u other dumbass :)
u wanna call later or no?

[Your Username]🔪
Sure, but I gotta go foxy bro, mother wants to have
a long speech with me >:(

Michaelle Aftoun👀
Aw man. Fine, cya latr then :)

You smiled to yourself after talking with Michael and you turned your phone off and got up heading to the living room where your mother was waiting for you. You took a deep breath and sat next to her "Hi mom." You spoke first, she sighed "Y/n, what was that. At school today?" She asked "You don't need to explain about dad again." Shean arm on your shoulder

"The outburst? Or the entire masqurade?" You asked her not looking up to see her face "The entire thing, the skipping class, yelling about.. sexualising women and other people, that" She said, taking her hand back. You cleared your throat "It was uh, just the fact uh... we've been moving so much, and... I don't know. I find doing stupid things, stupidly fun. Not to stupid though, you know me" You said putting your arms around yourself

"You sure? I know it always leads back to back to him but... it's getting harder and harder to tell hun" You could feel she was smiling over your hunched over body "You want a hug Y/n?" She offered. You don't know why, but you didn't want a hug from her, no offense her hugs are nice, but.. this time it didn't feel right to hug her

You felt needing ti hug someone else, so you shook your head no "Oh... alright. Just, if you want to talk more, please, be my guest." She then got up and went into her own room. You got up and went into your's, you went back on your phone and went into your conversation with Michael, pressing call.