Trigger warning; SELF HARM, MOM FREAK OUTS, ETC.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

Everyone cheered and smiled for us, but mom. Mom walked away pulling out a cigarette. Through the window I saw she had her flask with her. When she came back in she was clearly drunk.

                 -a few hours later-
Ashton was staying the night with Dad and John so mom could talk to me.

Y/N sat on the couch thinking about her baby. Mom came stumbling in with a whip. "Pregnant right?" Mom asked. "Yes, do you want to feel the baby?" "No, no I don't." "What's with the whip?" "You've been a bad girl." Mom was clearly really drunk. "Mom I'm not little anymore..." "Your still my baby." "Wha-" Y/N was cut off being smacked in the face with a whip. She stumbled backward breaking the glass coffee table. Glass shards went into her sides making blood trickle down her hips. "Your a screw up, why do you think your father left us for so long?" "M-mom..."

I'm sorry guys I can't bring myself to write this chapter, it's really triggering to me because I personally am a cutter. I might update it along the road but... Just not now. Plus it's 2 am and I'm sorta tired. So yeah. *Author yawns and cuddles into you drifting off to sleep.*