DADDY ISSUES | JM

1: home.

your pov

18. I turned 18 today. It's my birthday today. What is the definition of a birthday? Celebrations, balloons, confetti, and laughter. But I always got the opposite of it. Tears, broken glasses, and blood. As well as screams and a drunk mother. My life has been nothing but filled with so much hate and fear. Did I deserve any of this? No. No child deserves shit like this.

I stumble but hold myself back from falling as I tightly hold onto the straps of my black bag, which is soaking wet as well as my large dark green hoodie. The rain keeps falling as well as a few of my tears. I'm trembling. I feel so cold. I take a deep shaky breath before continuing, walking in one direction.

I finally left that cruel place. The house and the woman who traumatized me my whole life is gone and I can finally live my life by myself, without any glass being shattered or receiving new bruises every day.

No more screams. No more sleepless nights. No more cries. I bitterly smile to myself. The day my dad died, became the day my whole life turned into a living hell. Ever since he left us. No. Ever since he left me. My role model, my parent, my dad. If only he didn't leave. If he had just taken me with him.

My knees start shaking because of the cold, but also because of the depression that has now taken over me. I fall onto my knees, on the wet and dirty ground, my hood still over my head. My head hits the floor as well as I'm holding onto both sides of my head, crying out my soul.

I can't help it. I just can't help it anymore. My tears are invisible because of the rain which also runs down my face. I let it all out. My heart stings. It hurts.

I never longed for freedom this much, but where is it? I still don't feel it anywhere. Is it something else that I need? Is it love? What is it that I need? The only person that loved me is gone. Gone forever. I forgot how it felt to be loved. I forgot how affection felt, when suddenly.

When I suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around my small and trembling body, making me slowly sit up. An unfamiliar feeling embraces me. I feel warm. My heartbeat becomes normal again as I continue crying, not caring who it is.

I tightly hold onto the person, not wanting them to let me go. I just want someone to be there for me and someone to make me happy.

My whole life has been a tragedy. Seeing all the kids in my age hugging both of their parents after graduation. Having both of their parents watching them perform at school or celebrate their good grades.

None of that has ever happened to me and I honestly envy those people. And I want to kill those who aren't even grateful for their parents.

I sob and the scent of the person rises in my nose. They smell expensive. The fragrance is addicting. I hide my face in their chest, as they are rubbing my back softly, trying to calm me down, I guess.

"Sh, everything will be alright,"

Alright. Everything will be alright.

My tears stop rolling and it's already been a while since I stopped  screaming at top of my lungs. The person then puts their warm and big hands on my shoulder, caressing me.

I release myself from the unknown person and finally get to look at their face, my face is still expressionless, but what I see is fascinating.

I have never seen someone so beautiful and attractive in my entire life. He has plump and pink lips, his eyes brown, but seem black and his hair is slicked back and owns the color black. His face is structured perfectly as well.

He's wearing a white blouse with a black tuxedo and black pants. "Hey," He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. I get goosebumps as I feel his fingertips touching my face as an unfamiliar feeling appears in my stomach.

What is this and what is even happening?

I look at him, my eyes not moving away from this man. He's smiling at me softly. He then slowly helps me get up. "Give me your bag," His honey-like voice makes my heart beat faster. He sounds so warm, calm and soothing. I could fall asleep listening to him. It's unbelievable. I take off my backpack and hand it to him as my gaze falls down to the ground.

I then look at him again, watching him take off his tuxedo and put it over both of my shoulders. My lips tremble. I just look at him with glassy eyes. What is he doing? Who is he even?

He then puts my backpack over his left shoulder and takes my cold hand in his warm ones and starts walking but then stops in his tracks as soon as he hears me speaking and the rain still falling.

"W-Where are we going?" I stutter, sounding tired and yet irritated. I don't care where he takes me as long as it's far away from here. Far away from that cruel place.

He doesn't move, still holding my hand. He then turns his face to look at me. His eyes meet mine as one word leaves his delicate lips.

"Home,"