Blood Bonds (Krel Tarron X Reader)

2

-That Morning-

My alarm rang, volume louder than I expected. I clutched my ears. They were a lot more sensitive than regular people. If I focused enough I could even track where people could be. No, it isn't some superpower I have. It's just a genetic thing that skipped a few generations. My mother was deeply disappointed.

My pre-selected outfit was ready as the smell of breakfast filled my room. I threw open my windows and sang a song. No I didn't. Who do you think I am? A Disney Princess? I closed my open curtains. No creep is going to watch me change. They can suck it up and go on a wonderful thing called the internet. Disgusting, but true. 

My bright red Nekoma hoodie stood out, but it was way to comfy to leave. My black leggings also complimented my black earrings. Ones my mother gave me. The mother that decided to follow the idiot that is my father. I will say, the earrings are gorgeous. I think it's a family heirloom or something.

"Y/N! Come down, breakfast is ready and you have school!" I wanted to groan. I didn't need a reminder. I knew I needed an education for the future, but if I don't even know my future. What's the point?

The smell of my father's cooking filled my nose. As crappy as he was as a father, he could cook. My mom? Not so much.

Once, she tried to make some boiled eggs and burnt the water. The eggs looked fine, but when we actually cracked them open they were not boiled at all. How does someone even do that? Burn water while the food is absolutely raw? She's unbelievable. Yet, she did more than my father did. 

If you're curious. My parents were hormonal teenagers.

Yeah, I am currently 15 years of age. 15 years since I've been introduced to this garbage place. My parents age? Why 35 and 32 of course! 

If you're stupid like me you can't do shit. So let me tell you the math my parents already knew. Take my parent's current ages and subtract my age. Yeah, so 35 minus 15 is 20. My mom was 20 when she had me. 32 minus 15 is 17. My father was fucking 17 when he had me in his world. Which means that my mom was 19 when she smashed my father of 16.

Yeah. They were certainly not the smartest in the batch. My father was able to finish school which is hard for teens already, but add in a baby and it's a living hell. My mom never finished college because of me.

She was disowned. 

Which means I have a grandfather and a deceased grandmother. My grandmother died of a heart attack when she found that my dad's older girlfriend was pregnant with a child. His child. My grandfather was an old fashioned man. He was by no means racist. However, he was a homophobic bastard.

Actually, once in a middle school play there was a gay couple in the audience and he yelled at them about how they were sinning. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Show. I never auditioned for a play ever again.

My reflection stared at me. I stared back. I stood there wasting time as I blanked out. The movements from my hand ceasing to an utter stop. My hand dropped and my toothbrush sat on my tongue. The minty taste marking my mouth.

"Y/N! HURRY UP I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!" Great. Dad's madness has caught up with him. He'd better get a coffee if he wants to function today.

- 15 minute timeskip-

Yes. My father got a coffee. He even let me get something. "One plain black coffee and anything for the young miss?" The cashier taking our order was tall. Like, really tall. Maybe about 5'11? He looked kinda emo too. Maybe an e-boy, like the ones on the internet.  You wouldn't lie. He was cute.

The guy had dark black hair dyed an electric blue shade with black wear. He looked very full of himself. 

"I'll take your strawberry banana smoothie with ketchup, caramel syrup, and spinach." The guy took a double take as you said your order. 

"Yeah, you heard me."