Simple like cigarettes (Caitlyn kiramman x fem reader)

Deticated to you

"I never wanted want her! So I'm not gonna act like I do!" he yelled. "Ray! Be quiet she's sleeping!" Mom said. Well. I was trying to. "You helped me make her. you you can help raise her." Mom told him. "I don't even know if that's my kid!" He yelled. "We've been together for ten years what are you speculating?" She asks lowly. "You're her father. You need to act like it!" She yelled.

"You barely even acknowledge her! Stop acting like a jerk to her!" Mom says. "All you fucking do is nag! You're forgetting I buy everything here! I could kick you and that little shit out whenever I fucking want! So I recommend you keep your mouth shut!" I heard him say.

"That 'little shit' is your child! A child that is linked to you by blood! She should have your love!" Mom yelled. "My dad never loved me and I'm fine! He never cared why should I?" He asked. "It's not your dad's fault you're a shitty person." Mom says. "You love me for it though." He says. "Ray." Mom said seriously. "What?" He asked smugly. "This isn't about you." Mom sighed.

I know where this is going. Their fights never last long. It's what he calls "my charm" happens every time they argue. They end up talking about him flirting then kissing then so on.

I sigh and turn to my wall closing my eyes.

"It's not like I'm worth fighting for."

"What?" I open my eyes at the sound of the oh so familiar voice. Realizing I'm no longer in my eight year old body but my now my seventeen year old body. Though, I'm not in a cell or at the last drop.

I'm actually in my childhood bed.

I get up and turn to the door where the voice came from. My breathing hitched as I saw her. Me. Nine years ago.

Oh. My. God. I furrowed my eyes and frowned

The small kid just looked at me. Staring as if I looked familiar. Of course she knew me though. I am her. I reached out to cup her face. Tears came rushing like a flood and a choked sob escaped my throat.

"I'm sorry I made you cry."

"No. No. No. You didn't do this. It's not your fault. Nothing is." I manage to say. I pull her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You did nothing wrong. You did nothing wrong. You don't deserve this. I'm sorry you had to go through this. I'm so sorry." I sobbed. She hugged me back just as tight. "But dad said-"don't listen to him. Never listen to him. I wish I learned that sooner. Stuff sticks with you." Was the last thing I said until silence took us over.

A couple minutes past when she spoke. "Is it true? Am I not worth fighting for?" She asks. I open my mouth but then close it. I hold her closer. Hand holding the back of her head while my other arm is wrapped around her back. I frowned even harder and tightly shut my eyes to help stop the Silent tears.

"I don't know." I say almost wheezing as all the pain from the night before came flooding back.

And I woke up.

Month 4

I groan as I set my last box down. I dust off my hands and sigh. My shoulder healed pretty quickly I was considered lucky since it was just a flesh wound. I hear the door close. "I got your schedule" a voice says. I look back at Caitlyn. "Thanks." I say grabbing the piece of paper.

I fold it and stuff it in my pocket. "Well. Ready to be stuck here with me for four long years?" I ask looking around the dorm. "Beats living with my mom" she sighed also taking in the view. It was bigger then the room in apartment so I'm not complaining

The beds were pretty cool, two wooden lofted beds with desks underneath and a couple cabinets built in, nothing luxurious. My bed was right besides the door facing the left wall.