*Reader POV*
"COME DOWN NOW U MOTHERTRUCKER!! I DIDN'T EVER EVEN NEED A SON UGH!!!"
I heard as I was blasting but streaming and thriving to Fake Love.
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I SHOULD CALL YOU A SON OR DAUGHTER, OR BOTH OR WHATEVER, GET THE F HERE!"
Well, say anything you want, but that hurts the most. When your own mother doesn't accept you or your identity.
"WELL, U F-NG THING COMING OUTTA THERE! ??"
I came out of my dreams as I ran through the stairs.
"What the f is that on your arm?" Mom was pissed and noticed.
"I...its...n....nothing m..mom..m" I stutter and unwrap the belt from my arm. Yeah, judge me too. I usually take heroin when I'm stressed.
My mom looked at me angrily and snatched the belt from my hands and then hit me with it on my ass.
I didn't say anything or even shed a tear
She continues to shout
And I try to walk away but I hear her pick a chair which is weird because we don't own one. I turn around and notice she has the whole ass couch in her hands and she launched it at me knocking me out cold.
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Oily Lotion
FanfictionThis is a Fanfiction related to Oli London but in a better way I won't spill the tae but this isn't to make any hatred towards anyone. Rate my Oli London drawing tho! 😜
