𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. [y/n] [l/n] had to move back to southpark after leaving due to personal problems. she didn't expect to be popular in a short amount of time.
let's hope it goes well for her.
published : 28.07.2024
finished : ???
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❝ But me and my husband we're doing better ❞
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you were in the back seat, your lips pressed tightly in a line as if someone had would happen if you spoke a word.
which you were afraid would happen if you did so.
your mother pulled down the small mirror that was attached to the roof, glancing at you through that same small mirror.
she pursed her lips, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. the sight of her looking slightly annoyed made you feel nervous– what if she was planning to hurt you once you arrived.. home?
could you even call that place your 'home'?
you bobbed your feet, biting your nails. why the fuck were they even picking you up? walking back would've been so much better for you.
you wondered if liane or eric knew you were being taken away. you wondered if they would look for you, or if they even cared at all.
"stop biting your nails, that's disgusting." your mother spat, causing you to flinch slightly.
"sorry." you mumbled, fiddling with your sleeves.
your mother rolled her eyes and scoffed. "after all these years, you still don't know how to speak up?" she turned to you.
you stayed silent.
your father sighed. "leave her alone, [m/n]. we're seeing her after all these years and you're already nagging her?" he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
your mother glared at your father but didn't respond, turning back to the front.
you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding. you glanced at your dads side profile. has he changed over these long years? you hoped so.
the car came to a stop after another 8 minutes. you looked around the neighborhood, recognizing the familiar houses.
you stared at one of the houses, seeing a familiar ginger head talking with his wife. 'oh.. we're near craig..'
this was it. the very house your trauma started in.
your father turned to you with a small smile on his face. "your grandma is here, do you wanna go say hi?"
your eyes widened. you haven't seen your grandma in so long! the last time you saw her was the last time your family was actually stable.
you smiled back weakly. "o–okay.." you winced at the sound of your voice cracking. you really needed water, but you didn't feel like it was the right moment to ask.
he pointed to the living room before leaving to the kitchen, leaving you alone with your mother.
she stared expressionless at you without saying a word, making your smile drop.
somehow you understood what she was saying even though not a single word left her mouth.
"sorry." you moved out the way, she let out a scoff before walking past you. you sucked in your breath at the familiar strong smell filling your nostrils.
she still uses that damn perfume? talk about being loyal...
you slipped off your shoe and walked to the living room. you immediately relaxed at the nostalgic smell of your grandmas blanket.
"nana..?" you whispered, squinting your eyes.
a smile formed on your lips when the figure in front of the tv turned to you. your grandma's face lit up at the sight of you.
"my baby!" she got up from the chair, making you panic.
you scrambled to hold onto her arms. "w–wait! sit back down you might fall!" you exclaimed.
she chuckled. "don't worry.. can't i be happy to see my grandchild?" she grabbed your face, inspecting every detail of you.
you looked just like your mother.
your grandma's smile saddened. you tilted your head at you with a worried look. "are you okay, nana?"
her smile brightened up quickly. "don't worry about me, look at you! you're so grown up!" she cooed, pinching your cheeks in a loving manner.
you grimaced slightly at the pain but laughed it off, not wanting to ruin the good mood.
"nana..."
"sorry, sorry.."
you giggled at the silly smile on her face, watching as she sat back down on the chair, patting the seat next to her.
you smiled and sat beside her. your grandma draped her blanket over you, making your smile widen at the soft, cozy feeling.
"[y/n]?" your grandma suddenly cut the comfortable silence.
you hummed, letting her know you were listening. your eyes were closed, the bright sun beaming down your face and the warm feeling along with the cozy blanket was making you feel sleepy.
she cracked a smile upon seeing you with your eyes closed. you must've been so tired from school.
"how has it been here?.." she paused. "i know it was hard dealing with [m/n], right?"
she let out a laugh, not noticing your now open eyes that stared at her expressionlessly.
you bit your lip, mentally arguing with yourself if you should tell her or not. "nana.. do you not know?.."
she looked at you with her head tilted. yeah you know who you got that habit from.
"huh? angel, i haven't been here since you were three, remember?"
she smiled sweetly at you. she probably thinks you're the one with dementia now..
you sigh, deciding to rest your eyes again. "uh.. i was forced to leave the house and live with auntie liane."
you didn't notice her eyes widened, literally three times bigger than usual.
