Your P.O.V

You are excited to go home. You just found out today that your favourite band was going to be doing a concert in the next town over, so you were excited to go home and ask your mother if you would be able to go to the concert. You drive home quickly, thrilled about the chance you may have to see your favourite band live and with your mother no less. You pull into the driveway and see that your father is already home. That's strange. There's also a car parked and running across the street. Even weirder. You just shrug it off and turns out car off. You hop out of the car and skip up the sidewalk and enter the house.

"MOM. I'M HOME." You yell into the house as you take your shoes off.

You get no response.

"MOM WHERE ARE YOU?" You tell again as you walk into the living room.

You stand in the middle of the living room waiting for a response. The house remains quiet for a few minutes until you can hear muffled voices coming from somewhere upstairs. You walk to the stairs and stand at the bottom, hoping to hear what's being said. You are too far away to hear anything but you hear a door open and footsteps coming to the stairs. You look up the stairs and see your father Allen standing up at the top. He has a grim look on his face as he looks down the stairs at you.

"Y/N, you need to come here. It's about your mother." He says emotionless.

Instantly every possible thing that could have happened to your mother runs through head. You hesitantly take a step onto the stairs and slowly head up, shaking the entire way. You reach the top and all your dad does is point at the closed bathroom door. You can see that the light is on through the yellow glow from underneath the door. You walk up to the door and put your hand on the handle. You take a deep breath as you slowly open the door and step inside.

Inside, your mother lays in the bathtub. Blood is covering her, the floor, and pooling in the bottom of the bathtub. Her head is lolled to the side and her eyes have lost all life and colour. You cover your mouth with your hand to prevent yourself vomiting. Tears silently begin to fall down your face as you continue to look at your mothers lifeless body. You turn around and run out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. You collapse onto your bed, crying about the loss of your mother.

She left. She left you with your abusive father. The punishments will now become harsher. You don't know if you will be able to endure his torments. You're so caught up in your crying for you don't hear the door open and a pair of footsteps enter. The soon turn around and leave. Another pair comes into the room but they come all the way to the bed.

"Get up bitch."

You just continue to lay there and cry, not caring what happens to you.

"I said, GET UP BITCH."

You lift your head up and look to see your father standing over you with an angry look on his face.

"This is all your fault. If you hadn't been born none of this would've happened. As for you punishment for killing your mother, you will be locked in your room with no food or drink for a week."

With that he turns and leaves you alone in your room. You hear the 'click' as he locks you in your room. You just fall back on your bed and continue to cry about the death of your mother.

A/N
This is one of three bonus chapters for this. Someone asked me to do people's reactions to her death so here they are. Next one should be out in a few minutes or so.