Him & I¹||Aidan Gallagher

2|Sippy Cup

"Kid's are still depressed when you dress them up. And syrup is still syrupy in a sippy cup..."

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Y/n's Pov:

I hummed quietly and continued either writing on my arm or drawing, even though it wasn't the best idea to do so, it was better then cutting. Not that anyone would care or notice, except for Genises maybe.

Sometimes it was questionable with her, she had other friends other then me. Way more, but was I jealous? No, did I care? No, and honestly everyone hated me, including my mom.

Well that one was obvious. "Are you fucking kidding me.." right when I was about to write one last quote the marker ran out of ink.

Even trying all those "marker hacks" it still was dried out, good to know I wasted my time watching 5 minute crafts and hacks when I was little.

I got up putting the marker on my desk and pulled my sleeve down covering the mess on my arm, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly to hear another voice coming from downstairs.

I didn't recognize it either, but I didn't care who it was, the only thing on my mind was to go to the kitchen and get another pen or marker from the junk drawer and come back to my room.

Making my way down to the kitchen I turned to the corner to see a guy and my mom talking, they both saw me and stopped talking. The 3 of us now staring at each other, "Mom.. Who's this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes slightly at me and looked at the guy who now looked at her.

"This is Dominic, my boyfriend." Hearing that from her sounded unreal, "So just like that, you for one don't even cry about dad, drink everyday, treat me like I'm the bad guy, and now this?!" She glared at me, more anger in her eyes then usual as she got closer to me.

I backed up but only to back in to the kitchen counter catching me off guard. "You're father was nothing to me! All he did was talk shit and blame me for everything!" She whisper shouted at me, all I could do was stare at her.

Eventually after having a couple more seconds of eye contact she walked out of the kitchen hearing her go upstairs. I looked down slightly letting out a small sigh of relief, and without looking up I turned around opening the drawer skimming over the most random stuff in the junk drawer for a simple pen at least.

"Ughh!" I was getting annoyed and aggravated, and I felt stupid about the reason why, all because I couldn't find a fucking marker or pen.

I slammed the drawer shut and hovered over the counter, honestly it wasn't because of the marker/pen. It was more about my mom not telling me this sooner and then saying shit about my dad.

Suddenly I felt hands touch my shoulders from behind, I stood straight up and turned around scared seeing Dominic.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I looked at him, he smirked a little looking me up and down. "You know you're tensed up? That can lead to life problems with stress."

I rolled my eyes wanting to now get out of the house, fuck trying to find a pen. "Well touching a minor can also lead you some time life in prison so can you now move?-" I got by him just for him to grab my wrist and pin me against the wall, "Mhm.. keyword little girl, sometimes" I struggled to move, but every time I did his hold would just get tighter.