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You were now 15 years old, you lived with Fez and Ash since you were 8 or 9 not many people know why.
Flashback
You and your mom had an fight about you not beeing able to finish cleaning the hole house in 2 hours while she went out for drugs.
You had a 2 story house which had 5 bedrooms, 2 for you and your mom and the rest guest bedrooms, the house also had 5 bathrooms. This wal only upstairs. Downstairs you gad a huge open space kitchen and living room, a library, another bathroom, a washing room and a garage. The guest rooms and bathrooms were cean but you still had to change the beed sheets and wipe the dust that was on the furniture. There were your room which was pretty clean. Then there was your moms room, a hole mess. Only that room would have taken you a full 3 hours to clean. And let's not talk about the laundry room kitchen and living room. They were gross.
To do a deep clean on the whole house would have taken you at least one full day. It was impossible to do all that in 2 hours.
So when your mom came home drugged and drunk and saw the house not entirely clean se got violent.
After a whole hour of beating se told you that you had exactly 10 minutes to pack how much of your things you could and then you didn't had the right to step in that house again. And so you did.
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You were now walking along the road limping and breathing very hard with a awful pain in your ribs.
You had exactly 2 bucks and when you saw a store you went in to buy a snikers. Your favourite candy.
As you entered the store a teenager looking boy that smoked a blunt sat on the counter and a boy that looked your age sat beside him in a chair.
"Kid is 1 AM, you ok? Wachu doing here?" The older boy asked
" I just wanna buy a snikers if I have enough money." You said shyly
"Here you go" He said handing you the snikers " it's on the house, don worry" He had a large smile on his face.
"Thanks. You sure you don't want rhe money?" You said and he shook his head. "Ok" you said as you turned around to leave but a sharp pain in your chest appeared making you drop your snikers and your bag. You hissed in pain and put both your hans to your chest breathing heavily.
As soon as your things hit rhe ground both boys standed up coming next to you.
"You ok kid? " the older boy asked again.
"Can't.... breath" You said while shaking and gasping for ait.
"It's ok kiddo focus on me. I'm Fez, this my brother Ash. What's your name?" Fez said pointing to himself then to the other boy and then to you.
"Izabella, Iz, Izzy,... doesn't matter." You said still struggling.
"Good Izzy. Cute name, you Spanish or sum?" He said chuckling a bit
You and Ash both gave him a loom that said 'not the time man' , so he stopped chuckling and then continued talking to you.
"Ok Ash bring me an aspirin. Now go." He said ushering the younger kid. He went to a fridge door, opened it and entered probably in a secret room. A minute later ha came back with a pill..
"How old are ya?" Fes asked you
"Nine" you answered
"Ash cut this in half." He said and gave the boy the pill
After a few minutes and a pill the pain stopped.
You couldn't stop Fez from checking you so he saw all rhe bruises, the cuts and the scars on your body.
"What are these?" He asked in a serious tone as his face dropped. "Izabella don fuck wit me. Ho gave you these?" He said now getting frustrated
"My mom" You said in a low tone.
"Fuck" Fez said " Tell me all about this" he continued and you proceded to tell you story to him as he and his brother telling them how you gad nowhere to live. They lisened to you like you where the most important thing on earth. After you finished he got up signalling for Ash to do the same.
They went in the fridge and talked for a bit then came back.
"Ok you gonna live with us from now on." Fez said coming towards you holding out his hand for you while Ash went to close the back door.
"What if you to are gonna kill me? I know about stranger danger." You said a bit sarcastic.
"Well I'm glad you know about that but we not bout to kill you bruh. So either come wit us or stay on the streets man." He said, you nodded you grabbed his arm and got up.
That first few nights you slept in Fez's room and he slept on the couch. After a week or so he turned one of the guest rooms into your room. The wounds still hurt but after a few weeks they disappeared. And slowly your trauma became smaller, still there but bearable.
Flashback ended.
Now 6 years later you still lived with them. You learned how to sell drugs, buy drugs, make drugs, roll blunts and basically everything about their work, life and world.
You loved them.