euphoria fic.
"So we're done? This the real shit? We used to hold hands like field trips. I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick. I read his post on y...
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FALLON PETERS was insane just like her mother. She grew up wanting to be just like her mother, she wanted to do everything that she did. Her father was an abusive asshole who hated his wife so he took his anger out on his children. Growing up, Fallon was told that her beatings were some sort of discipline but now that she was older, she wondered what she did at seven years old that earned her a punch to the chest or a slap across her face. Her father was a cop so he got away with most of his abusive tendencies, especially when it came to her mother. Whenever he beat them, he would pull them out of school for a while until their marks cleared up or until he could convince them not to speak up.
Once they got older, he realized that he couldn't control them. Fallon grew up to be a hothead, with a very addictive personality just like her mother. Her younger sister, Grace grew up seeing the worst in people. She didn't have many friends because she believed that everyone she met would turn out to be just like her father. Their adopted brother, Christopher followed after his father. He was an asshole and he treated his girlfriend Mariah like complete shit. No wonder Nate Jacobs liked him so much.
Once their father realized that they were too old to convince, he distanced himself. He focused his anger on his wife while becoming emotionally unavailable to his children. Grace was terrified of her father. Fallon on the other hand could see right through his bullshit. That's why she hated him.
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As she threw her feet over the side of the bed, Fallon let out an obnoxious yawn. She tired her hair back into a ponytail as she lazily shuffled her feet towards the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and sighed with a relieved smile on her face. There was a knock on the door as she reached for some tissue, Grace peeked her head in slowly and slightly smiled in the direction of her sister. "Can you give me a ride to school today?" She asked with a hopeful look on her face.
"It's your lucky day, I'm going!" Fallon playfully shot finger guns at her sister while cackling. Grace rolled her eyes and shut the door.
Once Fallon was done on the toilet, she began her morning routine. When she finished, she threw on a pair of shorts with a simple nirvana t-shirt that she cut. She plopped on her bed and eyed a joint that had been sitting in the ashtray since the night before, she hummed to herself as she grabbed it and lit it up, taking a few hits.
She put it out when her mom called her from the bottom of the stairs. "What!" She yelled, hoping her mom would just say what she wanted. There was a moment of silence, Fallon groaned as she made her way to the top of the stairs to see what she wanted.
Her mother stood there with a lit cigarette hanging between her fingers. She took a hit and let out a small cough before speaking. "That's what you're wearing to school? You know, if your father was here he would make you change." She raised a brow at her daughter while taking another hit.
