|Y/N USES SHE/THEY PRONOUNS\
WARNING!CURSING!ALCHOHOL!DEATH MENTIONS!EMOTIONAL/MENTAL/VERBAL ABUSE!DADDY ISSUES!
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Y/N's father glared at them as they walked through the front door. "Hey" Y/N said, setting their bag on the counter of the small kitchen. "Why do you do this?" Their father asked from the couch.
"Do what?" She asked, joining their father in the small living room. "You lose your job, Drop out of college, and just disappear all day and night, and only come here to get something!" He yelled at them
"I'm 20 years old, I'm an adult! I can do what I want!" Y/N argued. "You are a loser! Do you understand how disappointed your mother would be!?" He yelled, standing up to face them.
"Exactly, 'Would'!" Y/N yelled,grabbing their bag and going to their room and locking the door. Their father continued to bang and insult them on the other side of the door.
This wasn't Y/N's first time dealing with their drunk father. Her mother had died when they were 12, And her father began to drink around the time she turned 14. He would hit and insult them, And even blame them for the car crash involving her mother.
Y/N waited for her father to stop, Holding their head as they sat against the door, knee's to their chest. The banging and yelling only getting louder by the minute.
Y/N shakily stood up and walked over to their closet and grabbed a duffel bag from the clothes on the bottom of the closet.
They didn't actually put the clothes on the floor of the closet. The oversized clothes just kept falling off the hangers and she never had motivation to try and put them back on the hangers.
They quickly stuffed the oversized clothes into the bag with a pair of slides. Zipping up the bag they noticed that the banging had stopped but the yelling continued.
They slipped on a pair of running shoes, They looked around the room. They quickly grabbed a backpack and put their necessities in it.
Things like a hair brush, phone charger, Hemp gummies, ect.
They put their backpack onto their back, Throwing their duffel bag over her shoulders. They opened the window to their room.
I don't know what it was that made me do this.
They stepped out of the window, closing it behind them.
Maybe I had snapped, Had enough.
They climbed over the 5 foot fence, Carefully climbing down the other side of it.
Maybe I'm stupid.
They then began to walk, Pulling out their phone to call an Uber.
Maybe this is God's plan.
They waited 5 minutes until their uber had arrived and picked them up from the pavement.
Maybe I'm ungrateful
She stared at the night sky as the uber drove them to her destination.
Maybe I should have worked harder and gone to work everyday.
The uber came to a stop, Y/N stepped out and walked up to the bus station as the uber drove away.
Maybe I should have stayed in college.
They paid for their ticket before getting onto the bus.
Or maybe I should stop making excuses for my pathetic, stupid damned father.
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FIRST Y/N FANFIC! HOW DID I DO?
