Too Much (Dirk x Reader)

Prologue

    Everything was starting to be too much. The stress, the grief, the everyday act of existing. After the loss of your parents in a tragic accident, you were shipped off to live with a distant relative you'd never even know about. You were informed that through some complicated marriage and other information you couldn't even hope to wrap your head around, this man was your uncle.

    On the daily, you would return to the residence you refused to call your "home". Most days, you would be welcomed by an empty apartment, if you could even call it that. The crapped, moldy living conditions were more suited to a broom closet. You'd be home alone for hours until your "uncle" returned. You tried to avoid most, if not all, interactions him when he came home drunk, since you never knew what kind of state he's be in. And he was always drunk.

    Sometimes, he'd be almost fun, jumping around and cracking somewhat crude jokes before he passed out on the couch. Other times, he'd just fall to the floor sobbing, wailing about the wife and son that had left him years ago. You'd simply make him a meal and then proceed to your room to make yourself scarce. But there were times when he would come home in a seething rage. If you were unfortunate enough to be in his line of sight at all, you'd receive the worst of his anger. Almost immediately, he'd go about punching the walls, beating you, and howling insult after insult at you until you managed to crawl away to your room. This was how he came home a majority of the time.

    Through the deep tar-pit that was your life, you still had a friend. His name was Dirk Strider, and he was always there for you. He'd offer to take you somewhere for the evening to get away from the undesirable household. Other times, you two would be content to sit in silence, either at your place or his, while he rubbed circles on your back and you quietly let your emotions unravel through tears. That was, until recently. For some completely unexplained reason, he had been avoiding you. No messages, no offers for a night out, nothing. No contact whatsoever. The only light in your life was seemingly burned out.