AMBIVALENCE . tsukishima kei [✓]

𝐂𝐇14 : 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 "𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱"

[ third person ]

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"Where are you? I won't be kept waiting."

She drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"I'm almost there."

As promised, she arrived at the restaurant shortly after the phone call ended. The atmosphere of the entire restaurant was gloomy because of the low lighting and maroon coloring along he room. [y/n] hated places like this and her 'friend' knew that.

Appearing beside the table, she felt her mood immediately plummet further into the floor when she was greeted by two people instead of one. No one said anything as [y/n] took a seat across from them, placing her hands on her lap.

"I've heard from a few of my peers that you're still working in that run-down café down the street." The man said as he folded his hands together, leaning forward.

The woman sighed. "You also haven't fixed that hair of yours."

"Yeah." [y/n] replied blankly, staring down at the white napkin that was set before her. I hate coming here.

"There you go again, acting like a brat when we're just trying to talk to you. Don't forget that you are still-"

"Still what, Mom?" [y/n] shot back. "Still your child? Still your family? Is that really what you think?"

The woman who was supposed to be her mother sat before her with an incredulous look on her face.

"You obviously didn't consider us to be family anymore after you kicked me out." The [h/c] haired girl scoffed, looking away from her parents who grew more angry with her.

Her father interjected, "It was time for you to grow up. Especially since you refused to listen to us."

Her jaw slackened. "I was fucking 14! Grow up? How the hell was I supposed to grow when I hadn't even gotten into high school at that time?"

"Don't you dare curse and use that tone with us." Her father snapped, pointing a finger at the girl who shook her head, stunned.

"I'm 22. I don't have to listen to your bullshit." [y/n] clicked her tongue, showing the attitude she had hidden away. It was a rare occurrence that she could get this upset at anyone. Her parents were the number cause of stress for her. They always have been.

Her father slammed his hand down on the table. "You may be 22 but you're still our child. You will not disrespect us like that."

Her eyes turned to slits as the hatred in her heart boiled. "I stopped being your child when you kicked me out of the house at fourteen fucking years old. What was that you said back then? Don't ever think of coming back to this house because you're no child of mine? Is that what you said?"

The words that had been engraved from all those years ago had finally left her mouth, baffling her parents who had desperately tried to hide the fact that they did say that to her. They didn't want to be in the wrong. Of course they'd "forget" important information like that at times like this.

"We did it because you were ungrateful and began acting out." Her mother explained, trying to make herself seem like a good parent. "You should've been grateful we even took care of you for those fourteen years."

[y/n] growled, "You fucking kicked me out because I said I didn't want to take the same career path as you. I wasn't acting out. I was stressed out because you both kept forcing your ideals on me and comparing me with every other person on this damn earth."