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〖✰  〗Y/N entered her house dropping her bag by the stairs as she took off her Moncler jacket. She left it on the bannisters and made her way into the kitchen seeing her Mother standing by the island countertop.

She gave her an awkward smile before turning around making her way out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Her mother questioned as Y/N turned around to look at her.

"...to my room," she responded.

"Come here," her mother spoke causing Y/N to infernally swear to herself. She knew that her Mother found out about her skipping school.

"So you're bunking school." She started resting her arms against the marbled designed island in the kitchen eyeing her daughter as she glared deeply into her eyes.

"Who told that I was bunking school?" Y/N questioned tucking in her lower lip.

"Don't play dumb with me, who do you think you are now days walking around like you're the shit, acting like you don't care about things now. I didn't raise you to be like that." She raised her voice at Y/N as she sighed loudly rolling her eyes.

"Maybe because you didn't even raise me at all from the way you're so work dependent on your work," Y/N spoke back calmly.

"Don't speak back to me." Her mom snapped.

"You were wrong so I corrected you," Y/N spoke back not giving a fuck no more.

"And you think I don't know you're taking drugs as well look at how red your eyes are." She grabbed her chin staring up at Y/N's red eyes.

"Why are you assuming? I could've just been crying," Y/N said in a mocking voice.

"You completely reek of it as well." She stared at her in disgust.

"Is being a drug addict what you wanna be?!" She shouted. "You look so disgusting right now."

"You were brought up well so stop trying to act like those people so badly this is not who you are so stop acting like it!" She shouted.

"I'm not acting like anything." Y/N shrugged.

"So what else are you doing now?" Her mom folded her arms scoffing.

"Are you sleeping around with other guys too? Opening you're legs for anyone that supposedly have a dick now?! Because that's what people who wanna overdose themselves on drugs nowadays do since you wanna act all grown but present yourself to me like a sweet little angel in which you're not!" She slammed her palm against the counter.

"You know what fuck this!" Y/N shouted at her.

"All of a sudden you wanna act like you give a shit about me. Now you wanna start acting like a parent giving me your stupid parental advice acting like you care about me!" Y/N rested her palm against her chest.

"Did you just swear at me?" Her mom asked.

"Yes, I just fucking did!" Y/N shouted feeling a sharp pain against her cheek as her mother swiftly slapped her across the cheek.

Y/N held her cheeks tears welling in her eyes as she fought the urge to not cry in front of her.

"You don't care about me so stop acting like it, all you ever see me as is a—" She halted on her words.

"A fucking rag doll who supposed to go to school and look smart and happy so that you can show off in front of your stupid friends."

"You don't treat me like I'm your fucking daughter so don't come up to me acting as you know and care about me because you don't!" Y/N shouted.

Her mother slapped her again this time grabbing her collar. "I didn't bring you into this world for you to speak to me anyhow Y/N I am your mother, not your friend you talk to me with respect."

Y/N groaned loudly to herself as tears of anger fell to her cheeks. She slammed the wall walking up to her room as she wiped her never-ending tears which she tried so hard to stop but they just came coming out blurring her vision.

At this point, she wasn't crying because of what just happened she was crying because of everything now. She's been holding on to all this pent up anger and sadness for a while now and she just wanted it to all be over.

She stormed up to her room slamming the door as hard as she could making sure she heard from downstairs and seated down on her bed drowning herself in tears.

She hated her lifestyle, she hated her mom, she hated her parents worked so much that they don't even want to spend time with her. She hated feeling alone all the time she just wanted somebody to cry to.

After having her emotional breakdown, She went into her bathroom splashing her face with freezing cold water and drying it with her towel before entering her room.

She took out her spliff lighting it up exhaling the smoke before she laid down on her stomach hugging her fluffy pillows opening her notes app to rant about how she felt.

After Y/N was done, she squashed the blunt on the end of her bed throwing it into the bin sniffling whilst going on Instagram scrolling and liking through people's pictures.

She stumbled onto the Instagram of a girl named Ymir stalking her page. She was absolutely stunning. Clear tanned skin with freckles. Tall and slim and drowned herself in fashionable clothes. Her short brown hair was often styled into a low ponytail.

She stalked her Instagram story seeing that she was having a party. She even posted the address of where the party was going to be held.

She searched the address realising that it wasn't that far from where she lived only about thirty minutes down south. She checked the time seeing that it was eight in the afternoon so she could arrive there at nine or ten she calculated to herself.

Y/N swiped up going to her home screen tapping on the green phone icon pressing on Donatella's contact. She didn't pick up the first time making a sound of irritation escape out of Y/N's lips as she called her again and she finally picked.

"You have a phone for a reason," Y/N murmured.

Donatella was about to retaliate cussing her ass out before she noticed that she has been crying.

"Bitch were you just crying?" She asked a look of worry plastered on her face.

"Don't ask questions."

"Mmcht." Donatella smacked her teeth.

"So do you wanna get crossfaded today or not?" Y/N asked getting straight to the point.

"I'm down for anything mamas." She nodded her head.

"Good so you're coming to party with me." Y/N laid up from her bed using her index and thumb to stretch out her eyes as she noticed how red they were.

"Who's hosting it?" Donatella asked.

"I don't know, but just be ready by nine." Y/N sniffed as Donatella nodded.

"I just wanna catch a break from reality even if it's just for tonight, I wanna forget about all my problems," Y/N murmured as Donatella hummed agreeing with

"Aight call me when you're ready yeah?" Donatella said as Y/N nodded ending the call.