A Time With You

Chapter 15: A Lot Like Him

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~(Y/N)~

~Dream/Memory~

A senior in high school the relief of my freedom was round the corner with graduation in a couple of weeks. The hell I had spent in my father's custody would scar me forever, my mother didn't give a damn and I had no other living relatives to live with.

So, I suffered in silence waiting, there was no use contacting anyone I had no phone and my father had cut the landlines to prevent me from doing so. And when I would arrive home he'd lock me in my room where the windows had bars on them. It was just as bad as being stuck in prison.

One evening I had arrived home late, I was with my best friend Derek although my dad didn't know. I quietly opened the back door entering the kitchen. The lights were off and the tv was on blaring one of my dad's tv shows. Quietly entering the kitchen I turn and close the door.

Then, suddenly the kitchen light turned on. Slowly turning my head I find my father standing in the archway staring at me. A bottle of Budweiser in his hand and a five o'clock shadow. "Where the hell were you?!" he slurs.

He was beyond drunk. There was a wobble in his step as he charged for me. Dodging his attack I push myself against the counter watching as he fell to the floor coughing. "You little bitch, where were you? Out screwing I assume? You're such a damn whore (Y/N)." he slurs before standing up.

"I-I was studying... I have a test tomorrow-

He struck me on the cheek with the back of his hand creating a loud clap. "Don't fuckin lie... who's the boy?" he asks.

Looking at him in disbelief I place my hand over my cheek. "T-there is no boy-" He then splashed his beer on me wetting the front of my shirt.

"You're such a fuckin liar," he growls.

He took hold of my hair next. I wanted to hit him, I was going to hit him. Balling my hand up into a fist I punch him square in the nose. I could hear a cracking sound as I punch him. He released me and stepped back taking hold of his nose. "You fucking bitch!" he snaps.

I stood there holding my fit from the slight pain of punching him really hard. Again, he grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the kitchen. I tried clawing my way out but there was no use the only way out was to cut my own hair and even I didn't want to do that.

When we reached the stairs he grabbed my arm roughly, digging his nails into my skin. He then threw me up the stairs causing me to hit my door. Curling up next to my door I try to quickly reach for it and walk in but he charged at me again, he kicked my side hard almost knocking the wind out of me.

He kneed me in the face a couple of times before grabbing a fist full of my hair. "Ever do that again and I'll bury your ass," he growls. With that, he opens my door and kicked me into my room.

The sound of the door locking was somewhat relieving. As I sat there on my floor I could hear him calling my name. "(Y/N)," he repeated. His voice began to fade as the vision too began to fade into darkness.

~Dream/Memory Over~

"(Y/N)!" I hear a familiar voice call. My eyes shot open as I got a slightly blurred view of my father's face. Jolting up I push myself away from them. I let out a terrified scream before trying to kick them away.

"(Y/N) it's just me... Eren!" Eren says.

Quickly rubbing my eyes I look back finding Eren there, I hadn't realized it much before but he had a lot of the same features as my father. He was basically a younger version of my father without the gold eyes. How could I not have realized that until now? Am I slowly forgetting him.... What about mom? Lizzi?