prologue. ( TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF MENTAL ABUSE! )
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DECEMBER 26, 1982 IN SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA
THIRD PERSON P.O.V. leighton sighed gently as she continued sewing scarves with her mother. the eighteen year old girl, who was the youngest of all her siblings, was very close with her mother - she was definitely more of a mama's girl than a daddy's girl - and one thing the two girls bonded over was sewing.
"leighton, you look like you have something on your mind, dear," her mother, jan, said to her, setting down the cloth she was showing and looking at her daughter. "yeah, there's a lot on my mind, actually," the young teen responded. "trent, uhm... you know how he's been these past two years, nothing but horrible to me, so i finally dumped him."
"as you should've," jan responded, making leighton giggle a bit. "but the problem is, he's still living with his parents, and he knows where i live, so he can definitely still get to me; that really worries me," the brunette said to her mother, tears forming in her eyes at the thought. "hey, honey, it's alright; you don't need to worry about it, alright? we'll all protect you, baby girl," jan said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and celeste let it all out; she began sobbing nearly uncontrollably.
( trigger warning here) her now ex-boyfriend, trent, had been... well, not exactly her high school sweetheart, but her high school boyfriend for just over 2 years now. when she had first met him, he seemed like a real nice guy, but basically immediately after she started dating him, trent began acting like a manipulative dick. he'd make her get into things she didn't want to get into, he made her do things she didn't want to, he made her believe that he loved her when he was really just using her. leighton was gullible as fuck, and she did and believed all these things. she was a puppet with her strings being pulled by trent, the master of puppets. this had all been going on for two whole years, and then leighton's older brother, cliff, finally smacked some sense into her and got her to break up with him. ( trigger warning end )
just then, the front door flung open, and jan looked over to see cliff standing there with a wide smile, which was quickly replaced with a frown when he saw his baby sister crying. "hey, leighton, what's up?" he asked her, rushing over to her and sitting next to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. the brunette struggled to speak through her sobs, but she was able to get something out. "it's a long story," she responded when she was able to take deep breaths and collect herself. "so long story short, i dumped trent, but i'm still scared of him getting to me somehow."
"and like i said earlier, we'll protect you," jan told her. "yeah, we'll do it with our lives. i'd gladly beat his ass, just so you know," cliff reassured his sister, making her smile slightly. "oh, also, you know how i talked to the boys of metallica about maybe hiring you as our wardrobe lady?" the redhead asked his sister, and she nodded. "well, you're hired, leighton," cliff said with a smile, and leighton smiled widely. "really? oh my god, thanks so much!" she said, hugging her brother tightly, and he chuckled slightly and hugged her back.
in the matter of seconds, all her worries were gone, and she was the happiest girl in the world. all her years of beauty school and practicing design were finally paying off! she didn't care if she wasn't going to get paid well.
all that mattered to her was that she finally got a job that she'd been dreaming of having.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: low key think i actually wrote that well; hope y'all enjoyed and i'll see you in the next chapter! ;)
