One drink (YelenaxFemReader)

Chapter thirteen.

Hey! I hope this chapter is not too messy, I'll upload the 2nd part next week and
Y/N's arc will continue after that!
Also, sorry for uploading late, I got arrested for committing arson but I'm fine I just have to pay a 1000 dollar fee <3
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Strawberries.

It's night already and there are water puddles on the street. Her shoes are wet, probably soaked, she thinks. Dad will call her out on it and talk about how careless she is for the next few hours if he finds out.

The groceries are probably wet as well, but she doesn't care about that because she'll be the one putting them inside the pantry when she gets home, so her dad won't see them. Her mind strays to the stool she has to get on top of to get to the higher cabinets. She tells herself that when she starts working she'll buy new stools for the kitchen because the ones they have now wobble when she stands on them, and she fears falling down.

As she takes the turn that leads to her street, she notices what looks like a bunch of clothes, all thrown into a pile on the side of the road. She goes to pick them up — because they're getting wet — but they suddenly move, making her jump back and fall down on her butt.

A head filled with blonde hair pops out of the lump, scared. The younger one stays sitting on the floor, the bearings that were inside the plastic bag are now scattered behind her, and she yet again, thinks about her now wet clothes.

- Hi. Sorry if I scared you. What's your name? - The young one asks, curious. She crawls slowly to the other one, and sits with her knees to her chest, propping herself on the balls on her feet. - My name's Y/N.

The blonde looks at her surprised, as if taken aback by her kindness. Y/N waits for an answer, but she gives up when she sees the other one either can't or doesn't want to speak.

- Where are your parents? - She asks again, to no avail. She decides that it's okay if the blonde doesn't want to talk, and picks open a bag of scones she bought on the way home. She rips out the soggy parts and hands it to the quiet one. - Here, they're my favorite.

The blonde girl's eyes seem to shine hungrily for a second, and one of her hands comes out of her improvised blanket to pick the pastry, but Y/N can't hold in the gasp that comes out of her mouth. She quickly hides her arm again.

- It's okay! - Y/N throws her hands out in front of her, and rolls up her sleeves to show her the wounds on her arms. - My dad gets mad sometimes too. It's fine. - She gives her a reassuring smile.

The older one seems to relax a bit but she still refuses to take what Y/N is offering her. Y/N thinks that must be 'trauma'.

She heard the neighbor, Carla, talk about it with his son, she told him that was what kids like 'Mikasa' — Carla's adoptive daughter — had, and that's why they reacted different to some things.

- Can you stay here until tomorrow? - Y/N asks. - I'll get in trouble if I come home late.

Y/N raises herself and leaves a carton of milk and the little paper bag of scones between the two.

- They're a little wet but they're really tasty if you take out the bad parts. I'll be back.

Without waiting for an answer, she picks up her things and continues to her house. As she closes the door behind her, she hears the loud TV in her father's room. She's glad that he's not in the living room, so she can change her clothes quickly and avoid a scolding.