Ellie's pov
'So we are Okay?' I look at him and he bites his lip. 'You know I always forgive you' he says. I roll my eyes. 'SHAWN, ELLIE DINNER!' Aaliyah screams.Actually always when I'm here Karen cooks for me too. We go downstairs and I smell spaghetti, hmmm I love spaghetti. We sit down and start eating.
Then Karen says: 'Ellie how's your mother?' everyone looks at me. I swallow the spaghetti string through and look at Shawn. He knows that I don't like talking about my mother.
"Mom if there is anything she would have told us' Shawn says. I watch him thankful unlike Karen who tosses him a scowl.
'We're worried girl' Manuel says. 'What do you mean?' I ask. Manuel and Karen look at each other. 'We heard your mom coming home around 3 am yesterday and according to me she didn't doing well'
I know that too well. she came yesterday night home, completely drunk. she could barely stand on her legs and then she fell against Dad's closet which fell too. I woke up from the sound and saw her lying on the ground between the shards. I have carried up and laid her in her bed where she puked everything under. I was so mad at her!! Not because she puked everything under, but because she broke dad's handmade closet, one of the few things we're still having from him.
i wish i could let her sleep at the street and don't care about her, but i couldn't. she's the only family i have left. the rest don't give a fuck about me and just let me handle my own shit.
I get tears in my eyes and run upstrairs.
Shawn's pov
Omg mom Why? I told her not to talk about the things she heard yesterday but she didn't listen.'I asked you not to' I yell at her before walking upstairs. Why Why Why?
Now Ellie is upset and she is probably crying right now.
I want to help her but she have to come to me. We can't to push her, she need to aks help even if its hard for her
I know her and SHE want to handle it and she don't want help with that.
I walk upstairs to my room and knock the door
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☾home ft sm☽
Fanfiction'ell can i ask you something?' and he grabs my hand 'always' i answer with a smile 'do you think a home can also be a person?' he asks nervous while he looks at our hands 'i guess so, why?' i request 'because I think you are my home' he answers soft