𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 • 𝔰.𝔪

[2]

I wake up to the sound of unnecessary yelling on the tv.

"Fuck, ow." I wince as I get up slowly, my body hurting not only from Connor but the floor I slept on last night.

"You can't see me!"

I grab the tv remote and turn off John with a "yes we can" before sitting down on the couch.

I run a hand through my tangled curls and rest my head in my hands.

"Please God, help me." I cry into my hands and I flinch at the sound of knocking.

Connor shouldn't be back. He's never back this early when he's with his lady friends.

I pop a mint in my mouth and wipe the grease off my face, knowing Connor doesn't like when I greet him with my morning glory.

I sigh deeply and quickly open up the door with a frown already setting it.

"You're back earl-"

I cut my sentence when I realize no one is there.

That is until I felt tugging on my worn out shirt.

"Excuse me lady, but my big cousin, Shawn, needs help." I look down to a little brown haired boy with big hazel eyes, dressed in a spiderman pajamas.

How cute.

"I'd love to help out. Where is he?" I place my hands on my knees and lean down to his height with a smile.

The little boy walks over to the balcony and points downwards. I follow him over to see him pointing at a man, carrying a large suitcase that he pulled from the trunk of his car.

"Ok, let me grab some shoes." The little boy smiles mischievously and nods his head.

I grab my slippers that are sat in the living room before closing the front door behind me and following the little boy down the stairs.

"I never got your name, what is it?" I ask in a quiet voice, my throat still hurting.

"My name is Eliot!" He smiles widely at me, showing his teeth.

"What's yours?" Eliot tugs his pants up with a huff and mumbles "stay".

I chuckle at him before looking back down to Eliot.

"My name is May, cutie."

"Ew, no! Anything but cutie." Eliot stops walking and gets on his knees while pulling at his hair.

Cute and dramatic.

I let out a playful gasp and wipe away a fake tear before bending down and placing my hands on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me." I struggle to keep a straight face.

"Just call me something else, for the love of spiderman!" Eliot runs his hands down his face and let's out a small giggle.

I pretend to ponder before gasping dramatically again.

"I'll call you, Lio. Is that cool?" I grin, my mood becoming better.

Eliot nods his head rapidly before grabbing my hand and running to the man and his car.

"Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!" Eliot jumps up and down with his hold still on my hand.

I smile down on him until I hear a different voice clear their throat. I quickly look up to, 'Shawn' and drop my smile.

"Who's this?" Shawn looks over to Eliot with his eyebrows pulled together and I never heard such a voice that soothes you.