that faithful winter night | jacob frye x reader

Chapter Two - A Long Day's Night

A/N: Let me just say that the mother's voice has been changed into a Cockney accent since I was inspired by Ms. Lovett from Sweeney Todd.

After the interview was over you decided to venture about in search of something interesting to do, something that would prevent you from going back to your parent's house. Besides, the sun was out after what seemed to be forever after being masked by clouds and annoying droplets. It was time to actually get out and do something and you were determined to make it as best as possible before it returns to its usually gloomy state.

The car began to sputter once you dug your father's car keys into the hole, twisting it aggressively. You found yourself leaning against the car seat to contemplate what happened at the café. You did it, you actually finished the interview and delighted the manager. Was life being nice to you only to stab you in the back and lead you on the ground bleeding? Probably, but might as well make it last.

You almost wanted to squeal with excitement but guilt flooded you. You weren't ready for the responsibility of paying taxes, owning a house, or doing something an adult to do. Having to wake up early for a whole year because of school was enough to mentally drain you, imagining having to do that for rest of your life until you retire scared you. You do not want to end up like your parents, drunk and always glued to the television. That was a nightmare and you will not put yourself in the same situation. And what was worse was that you never had anyone to help you get through this harsh life. The hell that you've been put through that made you waste so many tears that could've been used on wedding days and graduation. All of that was used up on the bullying and abuse you've been put through. It just wasn't worth it.

Imagine having no friends and having to be independent throughout your whole childhood. All of your friends that you had beside you had either moved or decided you just weren't one of those friends and went onto another friend. The only friend that never left you was the isolation that always had their arms wrapped around you, never letting you go because they were afraid of losing you. It's not romantic, it was just plain sad.

But things are changing now. Jack clearly seems to enjoy your company and is probably going to be on his knees begging for his boss to hire you. While it might not be exactly true it did make you feel confident. Which is probably the reason why you are going out venturing for right now you don't care about your parents. You are an adult and you have a right to go wherever you want, wherever you please. There was no curfew for you, no limits being pressed onto you. You were a bird being let out of its cage, you were free.

Suddenly you pressed on the gas pedal and you were off. You rolled down your windows and your hair was flapping in the wind once the car starting speeding up. A smile curled upon your lips and you screamed happily so anybody walking down the sidewalks could hear how energetic you were. Nothing was going to stop you now, at least not currently. This exciting feeling inside was bursting out like a volcano and it just couldn't stop itself.

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"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" You exclaimed as you pushed the front door open a crack, though it refused to move a little further. A pungent odor hits my nose and envelops my nostrils, causing me to make a face.

The house was still a mess as always. There smudges on the windows and walls and there were old newspapers articles piled up on a small coffee table. Which, by the way, was secretly stolen from my aunt who was moving into her new house. Weird how they found a way to steal a coffee table but she never once called them about the missing table. She must've known that they stole and just didn't bother to call them out on it. Either way, they destroyed the once good-looking coffee table by reckless actions.