I'll Always Find You *TBATE x F!Reader [ArthurxReader] DISCONTINUED!!!

"Time You Enjoy Wasting, Is Not Wasted Time"- Martha Traly

DISCLAIMER:THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY LINE. IT IS PART OF Y/NS PAST LIFE. 

"Can you at least see anything?".

"No.Now shush or they're going to hear us".

"Why are we up here again?". "Can we pleaseeeeee get down?".

"No. I want to know what they're talking about and so do you". 

"I do?"

"Yes". "Now shush"

....

"Can we pleaseee get down". "I'm scaredd". "We're gonna fall"

"No we aren't, stop being such a scaredy cat". "Its not like the branch is going to break. ok?"

"Stoppp, your going to jinx us you knuckle head".

"I'm not, now will you shut up?"

"Why'd i agree thiss"

"SHUSH". "God, will you just be quiet, I can't hear a thing they're say-"

*crank*

...

"Uh oh"

........

*CRACK*

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"MOMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

Hi There, You see those two idiots falling off a tree over there? Yea. Thats me and my annoying fugly brother Caleb. 

The scatterbrain thought it was an amazinggg idea to listen in on our parents conversations.And I the dumb younger little sister followed her big brother like his word was law. That folks is how i got I got a big scar on my for head but we don't talk about it anymore.

It was...Traumatizing.I got a face full of butt that day. You know? Not really something I like remembering.

There are a lot of things I don't remember from my childhood. But what I remember was the smell of my mothers favorite perfume..and laughing, giggling and this warm nostalgic feeling of belonging. I can only assume this recurring memory was from the time that everything was perfect.

It was spring when our mother died. Where there should have been sunny picnics and pretty flowers blooming, there was only an empty dark house filled with quiet sobs at night. Things started getting bad from there. Our father was never home, and if he was, it was to see our mother. We basically never existed for him. So when she was gone, Well there was nothing for him to come home to.