Carley walks around the side of your house at nighttime. She's wearing black clothes and has a backpack on. She makes it behind your house to see your window.
She sees that the window is locked now.
Carley whisper: Shit!
She sneaks over to the window next to the window for your room. She sees that that one's unlocked.
Carley whisper: Alright.
She takes off her bag and gets on one knee. She opens the bag, revealing a yellow ice pick inside.
Carley whisper: Molly, I hope you're still cool with me using her.
She takes it out of the bag and also takes out a bundle of climbing rope. She ties the rope to the bottom of the ice pick. She stands up and looks up at the window.
She takes a deep breath.
Carley whisper: You got this...
She swings the rope in her hand a few times before throwing the ice pick up to the window. It gets caught on the window frame.
Carley smiles at her accomplishment.
Carley takes out a harness and puts it on through her legs. She attaches the carabiner to it, and then ties the climbing rope to the carabiner. She pulls on to make sure it's sturdy.
She walks up to the wall and leans back, bringing her feet to the wall. The ice pick is holding up. She starts slowly using the rope to walk up the wall.
After a few seconds, she makes it up to the window. The ice pick is about to give, so Carley now has to use her hands to keep herself up, which is challenging, but she's able to do it.
[Inside]
Your dad is watching TV with a beer in his hand; what a shocker. He hears something from upstairs. He turns down the volume to the TV. He hears a thud.
He stands up from the couch and walks over to the staircase. He walks upstairs and in front of the bathroom. He opens the bathroom to see no one. He sees that the window's open.
He walks inside. He walks over to the shower curtain. He slowly reaches out his hand. He grabs the shower curtain and swiftly opens it, revealing...
Nothing.
Dad: Hmph.
He closes the window and walks out. He closes the door, revealing Carley next to the door. She quietly exhales.
She hears thuds on the stairs, meaning he's going back down. Carley slowly opens the door again. She walks out into the hallway and she quietly closes the bathroom door.
She starts sneaking over to your father's bedroom door. She looks over the railing to see him watching TV on the couch. She looks back at the door. She makes it to the door and she puts her hand on the doorknob.
Dad: Sonuva BITCH!
Carley nearly gasps as she looks at your father. He's still focused on the TV.
Dad: Why the fuck didn't you call that, you piece of shit?! FUCK this game!
Carley quietly sighs in relief. She looks back at the door and she slowly turns the knob. She opens the door and quietly walks inside. She slowly closes the door.
She stands up and starts walking as slowly as she can, not wanting your dad to hear thuds coming from upstairs. She makes it to your dad's nightstand. She opens it, revealing the framed photos of you and your mother.
You move those out of the way, revealing a ripped piece of paper inside. Carley smiles widely.
Carley whisper: Fuck yes!
She takes out the piece of paper and reads it.
Carley whisper: Denver, Colorado. This is it.
Dad: Fuckin' A right it is.
Carley looks up with widened eyes. She turns around to see your dad. He punches her in the face, knocking her out.
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Always Here, a Clementine x Male Reader Story
FanficY/N L/N. An abused child, who never had anyone to relate to. His mother died during childbirth, ever since then, his father's blamed him. Everyday Y/N would go to school with bruises. He never got to talk to anyone about it because no one noticed Y...
