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Sweetheart | S.J

S.J
Age: 17
TW - abuse & family violence

For the sake of this story, Scarly isn't married and doesn't have kids (sometimes we need to be the center of attention yknow?)

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 A new neighbour moves in beside Y/n's house, and she starts to sense something may be going on in Y/n's house . (The idea for this came from loon_maximoff s book 'Two Doors Down', you should go and read it)

Y/n's POV
My schoolbag gently thumps against my back as I get off the bus and trudge down my street, headed for the messy house with the unkempt garden that I called 'home'. 

I stopped outside my house as I noticed a large moving truck parked out front next door. The new neighbours must've arrived. I was standing there long enough to see a blond woman walk outside and pick up a box from the truck.  As she lifted it, the bottom of the box gave out, and a large pile of hardcover books all fell onto the road.

"Shit", she cursed, and I dropped my bag to the ground and rushed over. I helped her pick up the books that had fallen and when we finished she glanced up at me, looking extremely flustered. 

"Thank you so much", she breathed out, rubbing her temple. "They're heavier than they look, I didn't think it wou- Who exactly are you?", she asked me, cutting herself off mid-sentence.

"Sorry, I'm Y/n, I live next door", I point over to my house, looking down as she noticed the fence caving in and the ivy growing freely over every spare inch. 

She smiled at me as I looked up. "I'm Scarlett, I just moved from New York. How long have you lived here?".

"My whole life, my dad and I moved here just after I was born"
"Aww, did your parents split up?"
"No, my mum died when I was born". Her expression changed to a sympathetic look, one that I was used to getting.

"You look quite young sweetheart, how old are you?"

This woman asks a lot of questions. 

"Seventeen". I can't explain it, but something inside of me warmed at the 'sweetheart'. 

She smiled at me again and nodded her head. She looked like she was going to say something else but a loud voice echoed through the street. 

"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?". I felt myself going a dark shade of crimson as my fathers voice screamed to me. 

"I gotta go", I quickly picked my bag up off the ground. "See you round Scarlett". I looked back and saw a concerned look on Scarlett's face, but I didn't have time to say anything as I sprinted to the door and saw my fathers face. 

"Fucks sake woman you could've died or something", he says, giving me a light shove inside. I could tell by the way his words were slurring that he had already had a few drinks. 

"Sorry", I muttered, but either he didn't hear me, or he was ignoring me.

"What's for dinner?", his voice was demanding and I quickly hurried into the kitchen, searching in the pantry. 

"Pasta?", I asked him, and he scrunched up his nose.
"You made pasta yesterday and it was shit". 

I looked back in the empty cupboard to try and think of something else. "Uhhmm", there's really nothing else to make.

"I work to put food in our pantry and you can't even cook", he walks up behind me and I stumble forward as his hand roughly smacks the back of my head. At least he hasn't had too much to drink yet, that's when it gets scary.