adopted by sebastian stan

Part 29

Y/n's pov:

I hate school. The anxiety, the stress, all of it. I'm thinking about all of this while I sit in my head if year's office with dad next to me. I knew what this was about, but dad didn't. "Your daughter has been failing her tests recently." I don't dare to look up, so right now I'm just staring at my fingers.

I didn't mean to fail that test, it's just that maths is so fucking hard and nothing ever sticks. I have been failing maths for a while but I never told dad because I didn't want him to get disappointed in me. "If she doesn't up her grades by the end of the year then she might have to re do this year. However she can get a tutor from the school to help her or you can get your own." I just zone out after this. I can practically feel dad's gaze on me while the teacher talks.

After they finish talking, I grab my bag and head out the office. It was the end of the day so I go to dad's car. He gets in after a minute and starts the car. Neither of us speak for the duration of the drive. 'I really need a smoke right now' we get home and I get out the car and unlock the dirt and head inside the house. Dad follows me after and shuts the door. "Y/n wait." I stop before the stairs and turn around. I look up and see he is angry. His face is practically red. "Why didn't you tell me you were failing?" I shrug my shoulders and look down which just makes him more mad. "I didn't really think it mattered." "Y/n you are failing maths and all you can do is shrug? I mean were you even trying in those tests?!"

Now that hurts. I look up at him with my eyes starting to tear up. "Fuck you." I say. He looks at me shocked that I just said that. "Excuse me?" He says back. "How could you just say that? I tried, I always try in tests. It's not my fucking fault that I fail." "Oh really, it isn't? Then whose fault is it? Because it's defiantly not your teachers fault. You could of revised more or spent more time listening in class! I am so disappointed in you." 'Oh'

I don't know what to say. This is exactly the reason why I didn't want to tell him. I knew he would be disappointed in me. I can't stop the tears from falling out my eyes, so I angrily wipe them off hoping he didn't see it. But he did. I go upstairs, ignoring his calls, go into my room and lock the door. I slide down the door and breakdown. 'You should of done better.' ' Now look what you did, he is disappointed in us.' 'He is going to do the same thing the last family did." These thoughts swarm my head over and over again as I stand up and go to my draw on my bedside table, get out a cigarette box and take one out and light it up.

Seb's pov:

I shouldn't of said that. I shouldn't of said any of that. I regret all of it. I should of just helped her or asked her what was going on instead of just shouting at her and saying all of that. I don't know what took over me. Maybe it was the stress from work or the fact that she couldn't feel like she could tell me she was struggling.

'You need to make up with her.' I take a deep breath and head upstairs. I go to her room and knock on the door. "Y/n? Can you open the door please?" I don't hear anything from inside so I try and open it to see that it is locked. "Y/n please. I'm sorry about what I said, let's just talk." "Go away." My heart breaks at how broken her voice sounds, and it's all my fault. I sigh, knowing that she won't open the door. I will just have to try later.

A few hours later

I made her favourite food for diner, hoping this would at least make her open the door and take it. I put it on a tray and take it upstairs to her room. I balance the tray on one hand and knock on the door. "Y/n? I brought you dinner. I made your favourite, (your favourite food)." I don't get an answer.I sigh and say "Y/n please, you don't have to talk to me, just s at least take the food so I know that you are ok." After a bit, I don't get an answer so I'm about to turn around when I hear shuffling and the door unlocking. I look down and see her. The sight broke me. Her eyes were red and puffy and her hair looked dishevelled like she ran her hand through it too many times, and she smelt of cigarettes.

I smiled at her, but she didn't return it, instead she just took the tray of food and gave me a small 'thank you' closed the door and locked it. I sighed and whispered "I'm so sorry." And turned around and went downstairs to have dinner.

The tabled was so quiet. I haven't had dinner by myself ever since before I adopted her. It doesn't feel right. If only I didn't shout at her.

Y/n's pov:

The dinner was nice. But now it's 3:30 and I can't seen to sleep. So I put my socks on and head downstairs to get a bottle of water. I get one and go back upstairs and pass by dad's room. I hesitate outside it and think about knocking but I shake the thought off and go back to my room and try to sleep.

A/n: hey, sorry it took a while to post this. I had a lot on my plate these last few weeks cuz I had a lot of tests and I had a half term but my teachers decided to give me 11 hw 😑. I will try to post more. If u have any ideas about what to put in the book, put a comment. Bye <3