Unfortunate Fortunes |✧˖| [Michael Afton × GN Reader]

[1] Butterflies

|Date: June · 17 · 72| Y/N's Pov :

It's been a while since the first day of summer break. A while as in about 2 hours last time I checked. I looked up at the shiny white clock above the window. 10:37. I woke up at about 8:00, so probably.

I snapped out of my trance however as soon as I heard keys from downstairs. I ran as fast as my short legs could handle down the stairs, and took a quick turn before looking up to the person I was looking for.

My father.

"Daddy!" I squealed, hugging his leg tightly. He started to pull me up to but me back as I giggled in the process. Fetch ran towards him and sat down near his leg and turning his head to see my mom step in. She looked like she was going out, probably for groceries "Hey sweetpea, someone was excited." My dad snickered, patting my head before setting me down and giving Fetch a slice of ham.

"F/N, where were you? You were gone at 1 PM yesterday." She shot at my dad, putting on her heels. She watched as Fetch ran past her to the food bowls in the kitchen, wolfing down whatever was left. "I was at work and I spent the night at a friend's house because of the overtime I had done. Is there a problem about providing for my family?" My dad hissed back, clearly starting to get ticked off.

I looked around, not knowing what to do about the situation. I never did. This always happened when my dad came late, which was many times. Suddenly, I felt a delicate hand go on my shoulder. "Pumpkin, how about you go walk Fetch. Go get ready, I have business to settle with your father here." Mother spoke. Hesitantly, I nodded and went upstairs. As I looked for a pair of pants and a shirt to put on, I heard my parents insult each other harshly.

"You never want to spend time with your family? The people who love you? Maybe a day off with that fat ass scar on your arm that you keep fussing about?"

"You know damn well I spend as much time with you two as much as I can! Just get it through your head that it's tough to manage a well paying job that..."

I closed the door, hoping I wouldn't hear them anymore. I still heard them loud and clear, but it was a tiny bit muffled. I started to slide on the jeans I found, and put a random shirt in the clean clothes in the basket next to my closet.

"If you cared about Y/N so much then where and why did they learn to insult someone so harsh at school yesterday, and even influence cutting someone's hair with scissors, maybe even doing it themselves?"

Maybe because I have to hear you both fight all the time. I stashed the sheets of construction paper, crayons, and some plastic balls for Fetch to play with. I reluctantly opened the door to be met with Fetch holding his red leash, his tail wagging and staring at me. I did love him, he kept good company. It's those amber eyes that catch me off guard sometimes. My family was never told what breed he was, so we just assumed he was a beagle. Fetch was the size of one, that should be enough to tell.

I strapped the leash onto his collar and started to pet his triangular-ish head. I shortly got up and left the doorway to my room, but Fetch wasn't budging. He was standing up and barking at my small desk. I tilted my head, going towards it to see a familiar piece of paper.

Michael's address.

I remember he gave it to me, a token of our friendship I liked to think it was. I could visit him maybe, he lives next door. I giggled in thought, taking the paper as Fetch watched me. "I told you I met a friend right? His name's Michael!"

Fetch seemed to look happy about it. Finally, I went downstairs to put on my shoes as I watched my fluffy friend sit down patiently. The fighting must've stopped. Maybe they calmed down.