Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 30 | damage

Summer 27 // the day before the dance of the moonlight jellies // 4:00 pm

Y/n is on her way back to the farm after a good afternoon of fishing by the rivers. She's spent, her muscles aching and her eyes tired from patiently waiting for each fish she's caught to bite.

She rolls her shoulders back, lightly grunting when she stretches the aching in her arms.

passing by Pierre's, Y/n notices that up ahead is a ruckus at the bus stop.

She wondered why the town had felt so run down. Half of its occupants were crowding something by her farm...

Raising a brow, Y/n treads past pavements, the stone beneath her feet diminishing to gravel when she hits the path out of town square. There's a booming crash of voices, some surprised, some unwelcoming. It made Y/n want to go faster but she simply did not have the energy to.

Stopping at the entrance by the bus stop, hand on the fence, she swallows the heavy lump in her throat that appears instantly after seeing him.

Her father.

He's stood in a neat button-up and tie, lightly pressed and beige coat with his usually shaggy neck length hair slicked back. Y/n peeks at his figure, somehow no longer hiding the piercings he got when his beloved was still alive. She was the one who did them for him in their teenage years. He stopped wearing jewellery when she passed.

There are some strands of grey in his roots, showing how time has gotten to him so quickly. And how much of it he wasted as well.

Behind him, his fancy car. Not only did he look rich, but he smelt like it too. Y/n scrunches her nose when the wind passes by her, catching a whiff of his cologne.

Robin, Evelyn, Sebastian, Abby, Sam, Jodi, Alex, Lewis and Emily were crowding him.

This confused the farmer. She knows that he knew Robin, Evelyn, Lewis and Jodi, but when did he ever meet the rest?

"Y/n." George, her father, calls. He has an awkward appearance despite the luxury look. He stands stiffly, never one to like such a crowd. His look is sincere, sort of guilty. He looked like he wanted to say something, but there were just too many people. Y/n could act like an adult. Speak with him and resolve their tension. But she was too stubborn, too emotional at the moment to listen to him.

Especially when all the memories of when she lived under his roof came flooding back in.

He was an amazing father. Kind and loving, cared deeply for his kids. He was the kind to carry her inside when she fell asleep in the car even if she was only pretending. But all was lost when his wife passed away. He was colder, drew away from family and focused on work. Whenever anyone out of his three kids wanted to resolve the issues and speak with him, he'd hide away in hopes of never hearing about their mother again.

Though he loved her deeply.

There were times when he grew abusive, verbally and mentally. But that was only when it was Y/n left in the house. After her younger and older brother ran off when the tension was too much to handle.

He'd drink, and drink, and smoke, and drink till he forgot. But only, he wouldn't forget. His mind constantly conjured pictures of his wife, beautiful ones he wishes to see again. He could barely look at Y/n, seeing as they looked so alike, even acted alike.