A New Creepypasta Love (Jeff the killerx Reader)

Your Life

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. It's 6:30am. Shit, school. You think.
You get up, get a shower, slip on black pants and tank top, and put on a red and black flannel.
"(y/n), hurry! You'll be late for school!" Your mother yells.
You hurry up and brush your teeth. Then slip on a pair of black converse with red laces.
You grab your bookbag and a granola bar and get on the bus.
You meet (y/bff/n) on the bus.
"Good morning, (y/n)!" she says a little too cheerful.
"What's got you so chipper?" you ask.
"It's nothing... So, how's your mom?"
"That's an odd question considering she's not sick or anything, but she's still a bitch!" you say remembering what happened a couple nights ago.

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Your parents were fighting again, and this time it got physical.
Your mother had hit your father and attempted to choke him.
You interjected, not knowing what to do.
You started screaming for her to stop, but she grabbed your wrist and tossed you to the side.
Your dad's face was going blue and you took action.
You punched your mother in the face.
"Dad, go!" you screamed.
He ran from the room and you heard a car start.
He drove away like a coward.
"YOU! YOU are the reason I'm like this! If you were never born, I'd still be okay! Your father would have stayed!" your mom screamed, while grabbing your wrist again.
She was dragging you, you were resisting, but you couldn't get away.
She dragged you to an almost empty room.
The room only had a toilet and an outlet.
"Now stay in this room until I let you out!"
You stayed there, crying, all night.
She let you out in the morning, but your father didn't come back.
Since that night, you haven't talked to your mom or even come face-to-face with her.
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"She didn't know what she was doing, (y/n)."
"Of course she did! She didn't deserve someone like my father!" you scream.
People on the bus are staring now.
It's all awkward silence until you get to school.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^(a/n) This is my first story, and I hope you enjoy! I know some people would have acted differently in the mom situation, but this is actually what I would have done. I know, I'm a coward.