You all arrive at your mother's place. She lives in an apartment. Her neighbors are gathered outside hanging out.
You all get out of the cars.
You: Not really sure what I expected.
Your mom walks up next to you.
Mom: Yeah, it's not much, but it's home.
You smile. Your mom pats you on the back and starts walking, so you all follow behind. Her neighbors say hi to her, so she says hi back.
Mom: These guys are from Texas, Maine, Jersey, and Florida. You'll get to know 'em.
You all walk up the stairs to the second floor. She takes out a key as she walks up to room eleven. She unlocks the door and you all walk inside. It's nothing too fancy. It's a little messy.
Chloe: Wow. Homey.
Mom: It's alright. Well, make yourselves comfortable.
Chloe walks over to the couch and plops down. She shrugs.
Chloe: I've sat on worse.
Clem looks at your mom.
Clem: Can I use your bathroom?
Mom: Sure, it's right down that hall on the left. She says, pointing at a hall.
Clem: Thanks.
She walks down the hallway.
While Chloe tries to search for a channel on the TV, your mom looks at you, seeing you looking at framed photos on her credence table. You see a happy family of three in one of them. She walks up to you.
Mom: That's when we went to Punta Cana when you were a few months old.
You: ...We looked so happy... What happened?
Mom: Well...your dad got addicted to gambling not long after that photo. He spent a lot of our savings and didn't get any of it back. He started drinking, which only made it worse. The drinking led to the yelling, the yelling led to the hitting, and the hitting led to the division... I wish you could've known him like I did.
You: I don't. It only would've made it harder to think about.
Your mom nods in understanding.
Mom: It's in the past. You're here now.
You crack a smile at her, to which she smiles back
Mom: Come on, let's show you your room.
She starts walking.
You: Wait, I have a room? You say, following her.
She opens the room to your door and you look inside. There's a two-person bed leaned against the wall with a window, a dresser, and an open closet with nothing in it.
Mom: Well, when I first got this place, I had hoped your dad would give you to me and I'd give you somewhere to sleep. It started out as a room with a crib and over time I made it so that you didn't feel like you were being treated like a child.
You: So you just kept changing a room for someone who probably wouldn't have ever showed up?
Mom: ...But ya did, didn't you?
You: Yeah, that's true.
Mom: ...I'll let you unpack whatever you brought.
You: Thanks.
Mom: And I'll let that Clem girl know that she can stay in here with you.
You look at her.
Mom: I can tell with the way you look at her.
You: It's not that, it's just that...it's kinda knew.
Mom: Trust me, Y/N, if a girl is willing to drive you through three states, she's willing to share a bed... I could ask her to sleep on the couch if you want?
You: No, definitely not.
Mom: Good. 'Cause I don't know where the hell else that Chloe girl would sleep.
You chuckles.
You: 'Kay.
Mom: Alright, you keep unpacking.
You: Thanks.
She's about to close the door.
You: Hey, mom?
She looks at you.
Mom: Yeah?
You: ...I love you.
She smiles.
Mom: I love you too.
She closes the door. You take off your bag and you set it on the floor as you sit down on the bed.
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Carley wakes up, dazed. She shakes her head and sees herself tied to a wooden chair.
She looks up, seeing herself in an empty room with bricks as walls and a staircase made of wood. She hears footsteps coming down. She looks up to see a blurry figure walking up to her.
As the figure gets closer, it gets clearer, revealing your father.
Dad: ...Let's talk.
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Always Here, a Clementine x Male Reader Story
FanfictionY/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...
