Author's Note// another shorter chapter, next one is much longer :)
Y/n's POV:
"Come on Y/n, it'll be fun!" Garcia exclaimed as she dragged you from your desk.
The word about your birthday had gotten out when Garcia found the paper bag and crumpled up tissue paper from Spencer's gift in your office trash can.
She had pranced her way into your office when you all got back from Atlanta, offering up a girls' night with you, her, JJ, and Emily for the weekend.
While she was talking about this new eccentric fuschia drink that she wanted to make, she had spotted the bright colors peeking out from the rim. Gasping "Ooh! What's this?!" when she pulled it out; the bag read 'happy birthday.'
You were never really into celebrating your birthday growing up. Every new year before age eight, meant forcing your stubborn parents into the same room together; hearing them bicker about every little thing.
You were pretty much an only child growing up. You did have a brother, but earlier that year of your eighth birthday, he had enlisted in the army.
Before he left, you and your brother were pretty close. He would look after you when your parents were fighting; distracting you with movies and treats in another room so you didn't have to witness it. Even as a seven-year-old, you weren't completely blind to what was happening between them.
Every time your brother would come home and set you up in another room, you knew what he was trying to do-- and you appreciated it. He never seemed to take anyone's side-- if he had, it would always be on your behalf rather than if your mom or dad was correct in this week's argument.
After your brother left, you had to learn how to deal with your parents on your own. But then again you never really had to deal with them. Whenever they would startup, you would just go lock yourself in your bedroom and read a book or play with your toys.
Your mom had always hated being around your dad; she was annoyed by how he spent his money and was convinced he was cheating on her.
You never really thought so, I mean, you were only seven-- but that wasn't the father you got to spend every waking morning with while your mom had to work early. That wasn't the father who would pick you up from school on time and buy you both ice cream every Friday.
But with that being said, you would never really know if he actually wasn't that father-- and it all had to do with your eighth birthday.
That year you were sitting in front of your cake, the cheesiest grin plastered on your face. Your mom holding the camcorder recording you blowing out your candles, and your dad with his arm wrapped around her back smiling as well.
That was the first birthday you got to spend where both your parents genuinely seemed to love each other. But it was all cut short when the police broke into your house in the middle of the celebration, forcing your dad onto the ground and arresting him.
One officer held your screaming mother back while you just sat there at the table, with your tiara on your head watching these big tall men with guns handcuff your dad.
Most people always told you that you were pretty smart for your age. You skipped second grade and had a higher level in both reading and math.
Nothing too greater for your age, but you definitely had a more advanced intellect. You just seemed to care more about school, and we're actually interested in learning. Your mind was able to comprehend certain things that a typical seven-year-old wouldn't.
YOU ARE READING
contemporary bindings || spencer reid x reader
Fiksi Penggemar[SLOW BURN] All you have ever known was the chaotic series of which was deemed as "your life" ever since you were born. And for the first time in that life, you decided to change that. To, for lack of a better term, escape that ghost of you from on...
