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new year - two

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we all decide to go home after another hour of sitting and chatting. i stand up, watching everyone else stand up. we start to walk to the car, getting in the same order. i buckle up, making sure my sleeves were down all the way by pulling down on them as conan drives.

"thanks for driving me, conan," i say, unbuckling as conan drops me home first. i open the door, "happy new years, guys." they all say it back as i get out, and i smile at them as they say 'bye'. "bye, y/n," olivia's voice isolates from them. i look at olivia, smiling, "bye, guys."

olivia's pov
i place the key in the keyhole to the house, looking at the sleeves. shit, i still had y/n's jacket. i'll give it to her next time i see her. hopefully soon, i've really missed y/n.

y/n's pov , 2 weeks later
i hear the door open. i check the time. almost ten. i exhale through my nose. "you told me you'd be home for dinner!" mom starts to yell from the kitchen as i lay on the couch. here we go again. these past few years, i've made the mistake of listening in on their conversations. "i got held back at work! what was i supposed to do? tell them 'actually, my wife wanted me home for dinner. gotta go'," dad mocks. "i had prepared a nice dinner for us, now it's all gone cold. thanks to you," mom says. "did i tell you that you and y/n couldn't eat? no, it's always my fucking fault! you two always blame me for shit that isn't even my fault!" there it was. the 'you two'. i've barely spoken to either of my parents these past few months.

mom reheats everything up, and we sit at the dinner table. mom on one end, dad on the other. me in the middle. so far, it was silent.

i know how this goes. i stare at my plate, not even wanting to eat. "y/n, tell your mom this is the last time i'm having dinner on this dining table with her," dad says, knowing damn well she was opposite him. i stay quiet, hoping not to get involved. "y/n," dad warns. i clear my throat, looking at mom and saying in a neutral tone, "dad doesn't want to have dinner with you anymore." "that's not what i said," dad says, "spitting words into my mouth." "then fucking tell her yourself," i mumble, heart beating faster as i realize what i said. wrong move, y/n.

"what the fuck did you just say to me?" dad asks, voice low, deep. option one, act like nothing happened. outcome one, get yelled at. option two, stand up for myself. outcome two, get yelled at.

i exhale, looking at the both of them, "you guys don't need to get me into your shit. i know you guys act like it's my fault that you two are like this. but i don't know if you know, i didn't ask to be born. so fuck, get a divorce or something! you guys talk about it all the time. so fucking do it. this isn't my prob-" i stop talking as the table shifts forward abruptly and a rough hand goes to my neck, squeezing hard. maybe outcome two was a little more violent.

i grunt as dad lifts me from my neck, quite literally slamming me into the wall behind me. i fall onto the floor, head and heart pounding, neck arching. "you shut your fuckin' mouth!" he yells at me, "we're together because of you! if anything, this is your fault! fuck, you take right after your mother!" "oh, what the fuck about you?!" mom joins. i stand up, looking at dad as he looks at mom. there's my window.

their voices get louder, and dad walks towards mom. i know he wouldn't kill her. he was too much of a coward to.

i slam the door behind me, their yells drowning out. i wheeze as i catch my breath, leaning over. i look at the street as i walk to... god knows where. thank god i still had my phone.

olivia's pov , 20 minutes later
i open the door after a few knocks, surprised as y/n was on the other side.

"y/n... hi," i say, "are you okay?" "can i stay the night? please?" she asks, voice desperate. "um, yeah. of course you can," i say, stepping to the side, "come in."