TW: Physical abuse, trauma, a little violence, and cursing.
F/N=Father's name
M/N=mother's name
Y/N Pov
I woke up to my father pulling me out of my room and dragging me out of my room to the
kitchen. The scent of Alcohol was strong. "What the fuck is this shit" My father yelled pointing to
the dirty dishes. " I-I was really tired a-and i needed a n-nap" I said softly. "One job! One fucking
job was all you had'He yells. I flinch and start to cry. "Oh are you gonna cry you big fucking baby.
Get over and do your job"He yelled. He walked away in to the living room with another beer
bottle. I start washing the dishes and a little later my mom entered the room. "What the fuck is
this, hearing you didn't do one simple chore" she asked drunkenly. "I-i Was really tired. I stayed
up last night studying" I said. "Aw you were studying? Fucking nerd. You should be lucky I
decided to keep you or you wold be dead and I'd have filthy dishes" She says. "Maybe you
should do the dishes" I said. "What was that you fucking disappointment? If i did the dishes then
there would be no reason to keep you around you ungrateful bitch"she yelled before slapping
me so hard that I fell to the floor. Then my father kicked me and dragged me back to my room.
"Stay fucking quiet or I'll fucking beat you" He says before slamming the door shut. After he
shut my door I grabbed my phone sobbing. I Scrolled through my contacts tapped on the only
one who I could talk to as I regressed. My girlfriend, Diane. "Hey baby what's up" Diane asks. I
sob into the phone. "Baby, honey what's wrong" She asks concerned. "M-M-My F/N dwagged me
fwom my woom an welled at me to cwean dishes cuz I no wans to cuz I-I-I was sweepy. An den
M/N callled me disappwointmen she hits me" I sob out. "Aw baby. I'm so sorry. You need to
get out of there hun" She says. " I knows but me too scared" I say. "Quit you sobbing you
fucking pathetic bitch" He yells out. I start hyperventilating scared he will come in and hit me.
"Shhh baby breathe. Breathe love. Focus on my voice little one" She says. She continues
talking as I start settling down. "There you go princess. Good job baby"She says. "Tank chu
mommy" I say. "Of course kitten. Now you start packing princess I'm coming to save you" She
says as I hear her get into her car. "Okay mommy. Be here soon otay mommy" I ask. "Of course
baby I'm going to be there as soon as I can" she says. A couple hours later I'm in Diane's car on
my way to a happier life. Every worry fades as late night phone calls turn into a rescue mission.
