𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

safe with me - sj

SCARLETT JOHANSSON

AGE - 17

DISCLAIMER!!
i based the argument on true events so feel free to bash 'the mum' as much as you want :)
scarlett isn't you're mum in this but she is a motherly figure

WARNINGS!!
throwing of chairs and laundry baskets, slight physical violence, mentions of suicide, overdose and panic attacks. shit mum

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"why didn't you tell your father?!" the woman before you screamed

you flinched a little at the sudden raise in her voice. your mother was and has always been quick to temper

normally in a argument with her you'd just keep quiet and try to not flinch from her raised voice but today you quite literally had enough

you had just attended a family bbq, your mother deciding she didn't want to go essentially left you in charge of your three younger sisters as your dad wasn't the most capable

the event went smoothly for the most part. you managed to talk to aunts and uncles, have a laugh and such but of course the pleasantries don't always last

your delightful sister starting talking nonsense about somewhat or another and upset another young girl. instead of their parents talking to your dad about it they came to you. why? you didn't know

your father at the time was changing your baby sister's nappy (diaper) so you hadn't the chance to tell him what his daughter was doing

apparently the failure in doing so, even thought he was busy, was all your fault

"well while i was caring for two of your children dad was changing amelia's nappy!" you retorted but instantly regretted the action as the woman reached towards a chair with both her hands

"please don't throw the chair!" you shouted, practically pleading her. you brought your arms up to shield your face

it was like your defensive behaviour angered her more because within the blink of an eye she was charging at you from one sofa to another. before you could register what was happening she had all but rugby tackled you into the sofa. her knees clashed with yours and her elbows somehow found place on your ribs. you were screaming at her to get off

only thinking now was a good time to intervene your father pulled the mad woman off but it was too late, it was past the last straw

with words you took yourself upstairs and started to pack the essentials. it wasn't the first time she had lost it with you and threw something your way and it probably wouldn't be the last

you knew she was having a hard time mentally, you really understood that but taking it out physically on your oldest child is just damn right unacceptable

through your sobs you had managed to fill a duffle bag. with just your socks on, you left. if you wanted your shoes you'd have had to walk past her again and you just couldn't

you just walked, bag on shoulder, and walked, very cautious of where you stood, until you reached a park where you slumped down. the key was to not cry and not look out of place, sure your eyes were bloodshot and your face blotchy from crying but you were doing quite well

scar <3

you
hey, scar :)

scar
hi, my love, how you doing?

you
are you busy right now?

scar
urm, no. why?

you
i kind of left home