"(Y/n)--" her father voiced weakly, resolve and anger slowly dissolving. His dark brows wrinkling in concern as he slowly raised from his seat ready to apologize, only to be shoved back down by his wife as she voiced her own opinion.
"Get out." the redhead gritted, her piercing (e.c) gaze shooting daggers down at the cowering girl beneath her. With a small stutter, the man was quick to try and calm her.
"Dear, you can't."
"Oh, yeah?" She seethed turning back towards her with a crooked grin. "Get out before I force you out." Her words echoed through the room, both the (h.c) and her father stared wide-eyed. Before a word could even be stuttered the woman's face contorted into something vile and she leapt from her seat lunging for the young girl.
"Stop!" (Y.n) screamed in fright aw she was pinned to the floor and secured in a tight grip. "Mom, I'm sorry! Please!" She wailed as something harsh came into contact with her nose.
"Don't call me that!" The woman screamed wildly pulling the child's hair digging her nails into the scalp of her head tugging her towards her face. "I don't have any kids!" She spits in her face eyes gleaming with malice as she shook the girl back and forth. "I don't have any kids, and will never!"
"I-I'm sorry..! I'm so sorry, please!"
"Stop!" The male hoisted the woman by her armpits holding her back as she desperately clawed at the weeping girl curled into a ball. "Honey, you have nothing to gain from this," he whispered in her ear petting her head softly. "She's just garbage, nothing worthwhile. She'll be gone soon as it is."
It hurt.
It still hurts.
Even after the woman had been forced off the child still lay motionless on the cool tile soaking in the harsh reality she found herself looped in. The numbness of her situation bit and gnawed at her being eating away at her tired form.
"I hate you,"
it came out as a hushed whisper garnering the unwanted attention of both parents.
"I hate you so much..." She cried helplessly clutching her head in her hands. "...but I love you, too." She couldn't see it, but the sound of a door clicking closed indicated the absence of the adults. The two leaving her with nothing but self-loathing thoughts and blooming bruises.
In the end, they had gotten their wish. They never had to see her again.
They didn't have to come home to their disgraceful child. They didn't have to worry about feeding her, providing a roof, worry about school or clothes or holidays, birthdays, cause she was gone.
...and they were happy.
No longer did they have a mistake for a daughter, they've been freed from the burden called (L/n) (Y/n).
•|• Lesson Four •|•
Start from the beginning
