~One week earlier~ “Be reasonable _____, there comes a time in every young person’s life when they have to grow up and leave the comforts of family living-“ His small rant is cut off by the large ceramic vase being sharply thrown at his head. He narrowly escapes slicing off his head by ducking just in time. "Be reasonable? Be reasonable!? Your fucking KICKING ME OUT YOU ASSHAT!!" You scream as you reach for another expensive crystal vase lining the large fireplace. "Don't you dare throw that ____, do you hear me?" SMASH "Can you stop fucking throwing things!?" "I don't know can I!?" You scream reaching for the large mirror adorning the top of the fireplace. The poor thing had no chance. Your father winces at the loud crash as the thousand dollar mirror becomes nothing more than a giant pile of shards. "Look ____, I understand you're upset, but surely you knew this day would come." He realises his hands in a placating gesture. "I mean come on, your siblings were never as stubborn as this." You scoff pointedly. "The only reason those two never pit up toys much of a fight is because they didn't have a chance to learn from their mistakes! I an not going to end up homeless or married to some troll just because you want me gone!!!" He gives me an incredulous look, "Do you really think I want to see you homeless!? I'm not that bad of a father. I've booked a week in a hotel to give you time to find suitible living accommodations." You openly gape at him, is this guy for real? Does he rally think it's that easy to find somewhere to live? To find a job no less? "Is there something wrong with your brain!? I don't even have a job! How am I supposed to live with no money!?" A valid point, he couldn't possibly kick you out now. Well unless he has some magical power that allows him to pull jobs out of his ass. He pulls an envelope out from his back pocket. "Actually I've already thought of that." He throws it to you. "I've set you up at the company in one of our coding schemes. I trust your coding skills are up to par what with all the time you spend hacking into or security system." He raises an eyebrow at you. 'Huh, looks like he does have the power to pull jobs out of his ass.' You muse as you take in the contents of the envelope. It contains a hefty amount of cash, at least a couple thousand dollars, if not more. There is also a wad of papers, no doubt a copy of your employee agreement and a keycard to get into the facility. Fuck, he has you by the balls. You know there's no more use fighting, your minds been made up for you. He's won and he knows it. You let out a deep sigh. "When do you want me gone?" He gives you his best smarmy smile and how you wish you could just slap him right now. He tugs at the sleeves of his shirt. "By this evening preferably. Cheryl has called some contractors and they should be here in the morning." Fucking Cheryl, of course you knew she would be behind this. (Usually it's someone else behind her, but looks like she decided to switch it up. Fucking twat.) "Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Fucking Cheryl wants me gone!? What if I refused to leave!?" You seethe, knowing your face must be shining in anger right now. Your Father scoffs at you. "Hah, don't make me laugh, there was no question whether or not you'd be staying. It was only a matter of gauging how much of a fight you'd actually put up." He chuckles. That fucking prick. You clench the envelope tight in your hand and consider throwing it at his face, you immediately squash the idea, knowing this is him being generous. He wouldn't hesitate to throw you out onto the sidewalk. After all it wouldn't be the first time it happened. You grind your teeth sharply, keeping your mouth shut as he grins widely at you. There's no use fighting anymore, better to keep what little dignity you have left. He lets out one last laugh before turning to take his leave. "Oh and by the way," He turns to look at you at the door. "It was my idea to have the contractors come in. Toodles." He closes the door right before the candlestick makes contact right where his head would've been. You let out a sharp scream which you muffle into the collar of your hoody, letting out all of you rage before slumping bodily against the wall. What are you going to do now? You need to find somewhere to live pronto which is going to be no way feat. What if you can't find a place? What if you end up homeless just like Derrick did? What if-? No, you can't think like that, you'll make it work, you have to. You need to stay Determined. You steel yourself, squaring your shoulders as you prepare yourself for what's to come. First things first, you need your stuff. You shove the envelope into your pocket and start towards your room. It takes you a few minutes to get there and when you do the sight of the two brown luggage cases casually leaning against your door fills you with rage. You kick them one by one pat the threshold of your room and delight in the way they tip over in a loud heap. Okay, You can admit that was a little childish. You carefully pick them up and place them on your bed and opening them up you start packing what few items you own. First thing in the case is a small box you keep on top of your wardrobe, it contains all the things you hold dear in the world. You carefully cushion it with socks before packing up the rest of your things. This doesn't take much time as you quickly zip around your room, only grabbing the things you really need, such as a toothbrush and the large collection of hoodies you've horded over the years. You grab a well loved leather backpack and place your laptop inside along with your tablet, chargers and wallet. When you've done you can't help but feel a but depressed at how empty the place you called home looks. You take a minute to say goodbye, patting the drywall in gratitude. Your moment of reflection is cut short as you startle, remembering something you need to do. You quickly grab a sheet of paper and pen from your desk and scribble down a quick note. $$$ Dear parental units, We've been through a lot. Some shitty times... And some even more shitty times. Always know there is always a special place in my heart for you. Right next to the hatred I harbour for clogs. Please know that I will always appreciate all that you've put me through as it's shaped my life into what It is today. An absolute shitshow. P.S. Cheryl if you read this please note that no amount of plastic surgery could fix your face so please stop traumatizing the poor mirrors. Your loving daughter, ____. You place the note on your bed, patting it once affectionately before grabbing your luggage and carting it out the door. You turn sharply at the door, giving one last salute to your old friend before exiting. Damn, your gonna miss that place. ~*$*~ Hi all! This is a fic I've recently uploaded to ao3 and am posting it here to drum up a bit of attention. Hope you guys like. Here's the link to the fic in case you want to read more; https://archiveofourown.org/works/23305852/chapters/55820998 ^.^
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