𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍 || eren jaeger

12

TW: domestic violence

~𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠~

You and Malik met each other in high school. It was your sophomore year of high school, his junior year. You thought meeting him was the best thing that happened to you; You were happy with him.

His warm smile, genuine eyes, the way he looked at you like you were the only girl in his world. The way he would kiss you so lovingly, like he wanted to keep you all for his self. You wanted nothing but to stay with him. So naive, so... innocent.

It was your senior year in high school now. You didn't see Malik as often because he was in college, but the times you did see him, you cherished it.

"Do I really have to go home right now baby?" you ask in a whiny voice, leaning your head back against the car seat. You turn at the sound of Malik's soft chuckle.

"Yes, I gotta get you home, it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow ight?" he says as he pulls into your driveway. A brown and white suburban type house, a garage in front and next to it, a huge garden.

"Ight, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, byeee I love you." you say as you lean in to give a quick kiss to Malik, then turn the other way to open you door and hop out of his car. You fumble with your keys as you get closer and closer to your front door.

You hear Malik drive off as soon as you get the door open and step in the doorway, shutting the door right behind you. You hear your mother call out for you as you walk into the kitchen. You find her cutting up strawberries, cantaloupes and pineapples to add into a large fruit container beside her, and you walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her.

"Hey honey," you murmur into her shoulder as you prop your chin on her shoulder to watch her make the fruit mix. "Hey baby, how you been? Why didn't Malik come in with you?" she says to you, in her tired, yet soothing voice.

"I been good, and he had to finish homework before the deadline tonight," you say as you move from behind her to pick up a strawberry and pop it into your mouth, "The garden looks nice, you redid it?"

"Yes I did, I'm happy you noticed baby." she smiles as she cuts up the last of the cantaloupe. Your mother took pride in keeping a nice garden and trimmed lawn, even if she had to mow it herself.

You try to help whenever you can, with whatever you could help with. She already worked so hard— between being a single mother with a child and working two jobs, trying to pay the bills and still support you— you couldn't help but want to help her shoulder the burden.

You got a job pretty early on to help pay the smaller bills, including your car that you basically begged for. You were sick and tired of asking her for rides—mostly because of how sleepy she would look every time you asked—you couldn't help but feel like you were being even more of a burden to her.

Y'all had your fair share of disagreements and fights, but you loved her all the same. She was one of the only people who would love you unconditionally, other than Malik.

Or so you thought...

You feel a faint buzz coming from your purse and you open it to retrieve your phone. The name at the top reads "crackhead 'shanti" and you press answer as you begin to walk out of the kitchen, leaving your mom to finish her business.