☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜

Johnathan (I)

Tw: (sorry) neglect/kind of abuse but not really??? Idk how to classify it, you'll see
Allister POV THIRD PERSON:

Halfway through her window Allister heard her father walking back.

Realizing she wouldn't be able to get far enough, she pulled herself back in and shut the window, but not the whole way.

Just...in case.

"Hey Tommy can you stay on the phone with me? Don't say anything, and if you need to mute, but please just be there." Allister whispered.

Tommy said yes and Allister jumped up on her bed.

Her father fumbled with the key to her room and she pulled her legs up towards her chest, hiding her phone and her face.

Johnathan opened the door, immediately seeing Allister on her bed and sitting down in the chair by the door.

"See? Was that so hard? Now we can talk." Johnathan grinned humorlessly.

"I don't want you in here. We could just talk through the door." Allister murmured.

"It's my house, if you want to pay for it you can get the luxury of privacy.

"I did pay for it, for months!" She exclaimed then clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Regret saying that, don't you? I paid for it for years. That's more of a right than your 6 months. If you're so rich now, maybe we'll charge you rent." Johnathan laughed coldly.

"If you charge me rent I'll leave and get an apartment." Allister challenged, sitting up.

"And how will you afford that with what you've made in the past year?"

"I'm making more now." She muttered in response.

"And why's that?" Johnathan asked.

"...connections."

"Connections? You mean that Tommy kid? I looked you up, Alice. Saw everything Twitter said."

Allister had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. "You— you're gonna believe— TWITTER?" She choked.

"What?"

"Twitter speculated that you guys were dead because I didn't talk about my family on stream. Twitter speculated Landon and I were dating because they'd seen him once." Allister explained.

"Oh."

"And if you looked me up, I'm assuming you saw speculation that Tommy and I were dating? Then I assume you saw we tweeted about the fact we aren't."

"I— I didn't." Johnathan admitted.

"Hmm. I would recommend not to listen to what the internet says about me, the internet doesn't know shit."

"Alright." He nodded.

"Now can you please leave my room? We've talked. I'm assuming that's what you wanted to talk about."

"No, that's not all. Let's just talk, father to daughter."

Allister bristled. "We did, Johnathan. I'm done talking."

"Well I'm not, Allie."

"Don't call me Allie."

"Why not, Allie?"

"Don't fucking call me Allie, you don't get to." Allister spat.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to, Allie."

He was clearly saying it to get the reaction out of her. Allister looked down, and saw Tommy was muted.

"Whatever." Allister blew it off to try and get him to stop, to make him think she didn't care.

Johnathan sighed. "I don't know what's gotten into you, you used to love talking to me."

"You abandoned me with a drunk when I was 14." She deadpanned. "And you're a drunk too."

"Landon drinks?"

"And is never home. Yeah."

"Hmm." Was all he said.

"Alright. Get out now." Allister said.

"I already said, I'm. Not. Done."

"Then fucking speak, Johnathan. I don't hear anymore conversation from you."

"You're being a real bitch, Allie." Johnathan growled.

Allister bit back a cringe. "Leave my room, or I'll leave."

"I'd like to see you try." He challenged.

Allister narrowed her eyes. Johnathan leaned back in his chair, blocking the door. As if that's what he thought by leave.

She made her way to the bathroom.

"Locking yourself in there won't help you." Damn, this guy is slow.

"That's not what I'm doing." Allister opened the window further, hopping up on the window sill, listening as Johnathan stood from the chair and walked to the bathroom, opening the door and seeing her jump onto the balcony.

"You can't get down from there!" He taunted.

"Watch me." She hopped over the guard fences, holding onto the rungs of it, getting ready for a fun drop. "Don't forget I'm a gymnast."

She swung down from the fence, taking a deep breath and letting go, making sure her legs were a bit bent so she didn't like, die.

Johnathan shouted something. Allister immediately took off down the alley, totally ready to have people in full pursuit of her.

"So, Tommy," she panted. "I just left my house. While my parents are home. In front of my father, who is drunk, and clearly mad at me."

"You're a fucking dumbass Allie."

"It's good to hear you call me Allie instead of that old fucking man."

"I did complain to myself a bit when he called you Allie."

"I noticed." She laughed, out of breath. "I'm like, 2 and a half blocks away now, this is terrifying, I might have made a mistake."

"You don't say. You need me to come over there?"

"I'm like 2 hours away Tommy."

"Shhhh. If you want me to come, I can."

"Maybe. Probably. Probably not. Yes. No."

"You seen very indecisive about this."

"No."

"Are you sure?" He chuckled.

"No." Allister sighed.

"What happens if I don't come?"

"Either I sleep outside, or, they find me and they beat me verbally, and I cry."

"That sounds bad."

"Yeah."

"What happens if I do come?"

"They find me, beat me verbally, I cry but less, you arrive."

"That sounds like a better option."

"Yeah. Okay why don't you come."

"I'll be there in however long it'll be."

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*listens to main character syndrome as I get prepared to write another chapter for oyygc and scrap it again*