-𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 & 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨.

Cigarettes Out the window

Warning::: kissing, mention of suicide!!! cigarettes, abuse, Swearing.

Steven grant x Reader.
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Today wasn't really a good day for you, from Waking up till you got home , everything felt hard and went worse by time. The angel's wasn't by your side tonight. First you missed your bus and you had to walk to the little bakery shop you worked at that didn't give you enough money to pay your bills and satisfy your needs. You thought about working another job but couldn't find any at the moment.
As you walked down the street, feeling the breeze. You thought about getting your cigarettes and lighter, having puff that would make you feel a lot better. You searched in your pockets , your bag and everywhere possible, you couldn't find it at all. You screamed in your head and remembered that you left them on the counter. Remembering that you did not have enough money to buy an extra pack , you decided to try and enjoy the fresh clean air while heading to your job. You weren't a fan of fresh air, being used to cigarettes and smoke, tried to quite so many times but nothing seemed worth it anymore. Smoking had it's perks too, you would die young and end it all, since you hadn't have the guts to end it yourself.

The smell of fresh cake and bread filled your nose, you inhaled enjoying the scent. Even tho you didn't like your job that much because it didn't pay you well, but you loved the small shop and loved the owner who tried to make you happy, he was the only one who cared about you. Well that what you were trying to believe. A part of you felt it was out of pity while the other believed he cared and loved you.
You said your usual greetings and gave the old man whose every strand of his hair was white a kiss on the cheek. It became a habit, you were just like his daughter. That's what he said. What you also loved about this job was that it was always quite and cozy, you had usual costumers who loved you and appreciate you. They would tip you lots too , it they had enough money but today was different, you had three costumers who weren't usual and they weren't like the ones who came here, they were three young boys, acting like thugs , thinking they were the coolest shit on earth. They came in, eyed the place and one of them who was tall and white came up to you hitting on you and trying to graph your attention. “Why would a pretty girl like you waste her time her yeah ? You should be a hooker baby, you too damn pretty.„ He eyed you up and down, looking at your slightly exposed cleavage trying to get a view. You swore under your breath, trying to calm yourself. You didn't want any problems , you knew you had no help only you and the old man. “Please, if you won't order something leave. I do not have time for this„ You stated in a warning tone. He chuckled rolling his eyes and giving the other two a sign. They started messing up with everything, making everything out of place. Throwing food on the ground and stealing anything they put their hands on. “Sweety, that attitude won't get you any men„ he said as you got the nearest thing beside you and started going after them screaming and hitting them. “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, IF I EVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU AND I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING„ unexpectedly you threw the ashtray on the counter which was made of glass into one of the boys, hitting him on his face. It left a big bruise. They looked at you ready to throw hands but a police officer was walking by making them back off. “WE WILL COME LATER YOU BITCH!!„ They said getting out of the messy Bakery.

“I though we learned how to control our anger issues.„ the old man said getting up of his chair even tho it was hard for him and patting your back. You looked up at him. Breathing heavily as you remembered how bad your anger issues was. You admitted it to yourself and everyone , you were abusive, you abused yourself and others but you sought help and started to work on yourself and your anger issues. You put all your money in therapy just so you could be a better person who people feel safe around. The thought of you being abusive just like your mother made you disgusted and trying to be better for your friends, future partner and your kids. You looked him in the eye tearing up a little. Choking on your words you apologized. “You have nothing to apologize for sweetheart. You saved me and the bakery. If you weren't there, everything would be ruined.„ he chuckled, rubbing circles on your back and calming you down. “You should go, i will clean this alone, don't worry.„ He said reassuring you, but you of course refused. You cleaned the mess and went back home.