Aurora Borealis ? Billy Batson x Reader

~1~ Freddy Friendship

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I walked home alone today, normally I walk with Freddy and his family until the point break where our homes are on different streets.

I enter my house and I try to be quiet. I see Dad sleeping on the couch with a bottle of beer. I shiver. He's in his black suit with a white shirt but most of the buttons are undone, showing his chest. His hair is a mess and he smells of alcohol...smokes...and something else.

But everything is bad when he manages to get his hand on one of those alcohol drinks. I try to stay away as much as possible but it doesn't always work. I sneak up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door behind me and I sigh in relief.

My room is quite nice. Something you would expect in a dream room. Like I said before, I asked Mom for things but knowing from observing what happens at home, I decided to not take anything with her so willing to let me have them. That sounds bad but I've learned that she's pressured by almost anything.

Which is why I have a part-time job. It's not like Klark and his newspapers or Bruce being a millionaire. I actually work as a waitress. Surprise surprise. They hired me because of my youth as well as good communication with customers and the skill of learning to carry up to 3-4 plates at a time. And balance up to seven drinks on one tray.

I work four days a week. The whole week. I got to choose the days of it being Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday. I'm not working today, but everything that I have in my room has been pretty much my own money.

Full body mirror, fairy lights, fluffy pillows, fluffy rug, Message Cinema Board, salt lamp, etc. You name it! The fairy lights hang above my bed, and I decide to change my Message Board.

PMA! Have a Positive Mental Attitude!
(Does anyone actually remember/get this reference?)

I change out of what I wore today into some more comfortable clothes before jumping onto my bed.

I put on some Beats headphones and sit back on the bed. Before my music plays, I hear a light scratching at the door. Soon enough, I hear whatever it is jump.

I giggle as I see my puppy, Maya hanging her jaw off the door handle.

"That's so gross girl!"

She whimpers before dropping down, pushing the door shut behind her and leaping onto my bed.

She's a mix between a husky and a German Shepherd-Boxer crossbreed so she's pretty special. She's really special to me at least. I got her recently, about six months ago and she's probably only big enough to fit sitting in my backpack. Of course with nothing else in it.

"Nice to see you too." She lets out little happy puppy noises as I pet her head.

I pull up my small sketchbook and turn to my left. My window, open a jar...a nice little fantail perches on the sill. It turns its head to me, chirping.

I hope it stays there.

I decide to pull up my Polaroid and snap a photo. It shoots the photograph and the fantail flies away. I smile lightly and begin to shake the Polaroid image. Maya wags her tail in sync and I take a look at the image. It looks so much better than I thought!

The tree in the background, with the light glimmering through the leaves, sparkling along with the slight sunset due to daylight savings making it dark quicker, amongst the purple and pink clouds, the fantail sits on the window sill with every detail from head to toe.

I smile lightly, I wonder how I can turn this image of the fantail to something heroic. Wait...

I flip my headphones on and begin listening to music of my choice. Maya happily sits beside me, slowly snoozing.

Time begins to pass as the sun goes down as I run the pencil along the paper. Glancing at the Polaroid every so often to get a good glance at the image.

Once I'm done, I drop the pencil from my hands and let out a breath, my hand hurting. I look over at the window to see it's gotten darker now. Stars in the sky and the air chilly.

I look down at my sketch. Its the same as the Polaroid. The bird is on the sill but there's no color in the image. Because I drew a figure beside it.

It's a human version of the bird. With wings that spread out, a glee smile on his face in his suit made of brown and white.

I flip the headphones off and turn it off. I raise an eyebrow.

"Make me dinner woman!"
"Okay! I'm sorry..."
"You're always sorry! First, you lose your job, then your sister passes away and I swear I'll leave you one day for someone fucking better!"

My eyes widen with shock. When did her sister passes away?! Aunt Erin! No!

I look over to see Maya sleeping peacefully. I need fresh air. I don't want to do this tonight.

I get off the bed and put my headphones, Polaroid, and sketchbook underneath the bed.

I change out of the clothes and pull on some skinny jeans, a plain f/c shirt, a fuzzy yet slightly thin jumper, a grey checkered jacket with the warm fur inside as well as the fluffy feather-like hoodie. I slip on some winter socks and Nike shoes, fingerless woolen gloves and a light grey beanie. I let my hair flow down, and take a look in the mirror.

Good enough.

I grab my phone, my backpack, and wallet and put everything I need to in it before swinging it on my back.

I whistle and Maya pops up. I chuckle.

"Wanna go for a walk?"

Her ears pop up the minute she hears walk and leaps off the bed. I smile, as she trots over to me.

I open the door as I hear Mom and Dad argue in the living room. I should have brought my headphones.

Nah. Not tonight.

I'm about to walk forward, when I see something out the corner of my eye. Papers.

In the spare room. Curiosity takes over me as I creep into it. The door is ajar open. I walk over to it and keep my guard up in case I hear anyone.

Cautiously, I pick up the papers. And to be honest. I wish I never did.

I flip through all the expenses and rich products and stuff, jewelry and places out that cost thousands of dollars.

Anna Baker.
A. Bloody. Fucking. Mistress.

I can't believe my eyes. I stare down at these files, all these expenses, spent on one woman! She's attractive sure but everything I see listed down makes me feel sick.

Anna Baker.
27 Years Old.
Asian.
Black hair. Light skin. Brown eyes.

Rings.
Necklaces.
Bracelets. All from five hundred dollars to two hundred thousand. The one that I see the most expensive is a diamond necklace that is three hundred and fifty thousand. How in the world?!?

I glance over to the side to see something glimmering in the corner of my eye. It's that fucking necklace.

I quickly grab it and stare at it in my hands. It has some pearls as well as pure diamonds career in different sizes and shapes beautifully. But it fills me with disgust. To think my father has the money for this mistress rather than his own family?

I shove the necklace in the back of my pocket frustrated. I quickly go back to my room and put it in my bottom drawer.

No way is he giving some mystery woman something that's worth a quarter of a million dollars!!

No! Way! My MOTHER deserves better than that!