As your life spirals out of control, you make the hasty decision to flee to a small town, where you meet a seductive stranger, but he may not be a stranger for long.
(eren jaeger x fem!reader)
❧ Your obnoxious alarm's loud continuous chimes cruelly jolted you awake from your restful slumber, causing you to have a bad Sunday morning. You intended to sleep in until the afternoon, but you didn't remember to turn off the alarm clock. You booked a place practically as soon as you stepped off the plane yesterday.
You laid comfortably beneath the duvet, groggily staring at the ceiling. You recalled events that occurred hours before you fell asleep, and before you knew it, a scowl had formed across your face, and you felt even more remorseful than you had previously.
"I can't believe he kicked me out!" Standing up from the bed, you murmured loudly. You went to the bathroom and began to wash your face with your eyes closed, as you processed everything that had led to your current state.
"Then get out of here!" In a quick motion, the brutal blow came over your face. Your frail body slammed into the hardwood floor, your forehead splatting against the wood. "I want you gone by tomorrow if you believe you can make it in this world without our support."
You trembled as you remembered the traumatic occurrences. Your father had always been harsh with you, dismissing you as unfit for such endeavors, but you persevered in your efforts to disprove him. This was something he despised. He despised the way you tried to prove him wrong by rejecting all of his recommendations for new jobs, leading to him viciously assaulting you until you couldn't take it any longer.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror as you filled up the reusable cup with water before applying the toothpaste to your toothbrush, observing the bruises strewn across your body. You cautiously began brushing your whitened teeth with half-lidded eyes. After spitting out the minty paste and rinsing your mouth, you grabbed a towel to wipe away the leftover water droplets.
You sighed as you tossed the towel on the floor, relieved of the dreadful thoughts that had been plaguing you. You focused on what you wanted to achieve today, content in the knowledge that he, no, they couldn't reach you any longer. You took your phone off the bedside table and began scrolling through your texts as you returned to your room.
You grumbled when you realized your mother had sent you a slew of messages. You debated whether or not to open them, but one message, in particular, attracted your attention, and you caved in.
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𝙼𝙾𝙼
𝙼: Y/n, I get that I'm probably the last person you want to talk to, but I'm still your mother. Reach out to me and let me know you're safe when you're ready to discuss and act more maturely. I love you... perhaps even more than your brother.
𝚈: I'm alright; there's no need to be concerned. I won't be back for a bit, and I know I shouldn't reveal my location, but I'm in Colorado. Actually, I'm doing OK without you and Dad.
𝙼: That's great news, and I'm delighted to hear it. I'm not going to inform your father where you are, but just stay careful. And you're in luck; there's a position opening in Colorado that pays well— I was planning on taking it, but you might need it more than I do. Please accept the contact information, I'll email you. I love you, Y/n.
