A/N: Omg hey! So I didn't think this would get any reads but it lowkey is so I really hope you guys are enjoying it so far! I have tons of chapters prewritten so I'm updating super often!
TW: mentions of abuse and substance abuse.
It's been six days since I last saw Jake in person, some of the longest days of my life. Nothing had happened to make us not see each other, other than my work schedule. We called and texted all the time, the other boys as well, but it just wasn't the same as being around them. Being around him. Every evening and night I was at the diner, and every morning I was at the coffee shop, in the afternoons I had been cleaning up after, and/or fighting with, my mother and trying to keep myself sane.
On paper, I was doing great, balancing two jobs, paying my bills, maintaining a (usually) clean home. But on a more realistic note, I was struggling, which is hard for me to admit to myself. And of course, this morning at the coffee shop wasn't going any better than expected from an overworked 23-year-old. But I had no shift at the diner tonight and no morning shift tomorrow since the small café was always closed on Sundays. This gave me tons of hope, I'd have a night to do whatever I wanted before catching a full night's sleep, hopefully. I had been making plans since yesterday, everyone was to meet at the club at 9:00 tonight so we could have some fun.
But 9:00 felt like it was lightyears away and it was messing with my head. I had already messed up 3 drinks and spilled a hot pot of coffee down my leg. I was like a dead woman walking at this point. But, the more I keep a smile on my face, the better my tips are.
When my shift finally ends at 3:00, I head home and practically collapse on the couch, letting my head fall back as I close my eyes.
"Wow, guys usually kick you out by 8, this one must have liked you." my mother slurs, stepping in from the kitchen and earning a sigh from me as I sit up to look at her. "I was at work, and you know that."
"Oh sure Mary, you're always at work. Don't you know getting pregnant and not knowing the father at your age would make me look awful?" I had so many responses to that question, but instead I just bite my tongue and go up to my bedroom, avoiding another fight for the week. To my surprise my door was already cracked open.
Great, I thought, she's been going through my shit again.
I move quickly to my closet and find the shoebox that was stuffed with my tip money, making sure my door was closed before opening it and sighing in relief that it was all still there. After adding todays tips, I stuff it back under a pile of stuff and go to my dresser, seeing that the money that was usually kept in my sock drawer was no where to be found. This wasn't the bulk of my money, only about $150, but it was the money that I used when I went out.
I stormed downstairs to find my mother making a drink in the kitchen, looking at her an obvious rage in my eyes. "Give me my money." I say as calm as I can.
"What are you going on abo-"
"I said give me my fucking money, you fucking psychopath."
"Wow Mary, these men have had a real influence on you. You don't speak to your mother like that." she chuckles, as though this were some big joke, before going back to making her drink, looking at the glass with more care than she had ever looked at me with.
"If you don't give me that money within the next 30 seconds, I swear to god I'm never coming back."
"Won't that be a joyous day."
That was it, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"A joyous day?" The words dripped with venom as they flowed from my mouth, watching her light a cigarette as she looked at me with raised eyebrows. "A joyous day where you're left here to drink yourself into oblivion, passed out drunk on the couch with no one to pick you up and carry you to your room, no one to clean up the bottles surrounding our fucking house. No one to pay 75% of your rent because you don't have a job. I work myself to death trying to make enough money for us to stay in this house. I make sure there's food in the fridge and that the fucking water and lights stay on, NOT you! I'm the one who makes the adult decisions, I'm the one who takes care of myself, I'm the one who takes care of YOU! And you have the AUDACITY to steal my fucking money?!" I hadn't realized the warm tears running down my face until one hit my collarbone, I was holding it together for so long.
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Rekindled- Jake Kiszka
FanfictionMJ was best friends with the Kiszka's through high school, up until she had to move away. What happens when she runs into one of the three brothers 6 years later?
