(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
“Ni hao, _____. Do you need something, aru?”
You sighed into your phone, the device crammed between your shoulder and ear as you struggled to carry the heavy grocery bags that burdened your aching hands. “Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be coming over a bit late. My friend suddenly needed help getting all her groceries into her house, and by ‘needing help’ I mean she dumped all the work on me while she went out to do even more shopping.”
“Really, aru?” You could practically visualize the concerned look that had probably washed over your Chinese friend’s face. “Do you need help? That sounds tough, aru.”
“No no, it’s okay! I got this, Yao,” you said confidently, though the throbbing ache that bloomed across your arms begged to differ.