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Your parents weren't the kindest…Harsh words, and hits that left you with a broken heart and broken bones. When you were taken out of that “home” after the incident at 10 you were young in age but older and harden mentally from the abuse.
Going from home to home, you see New faces, new rules, and new schools. Always the same in some way. You are now 15, with your most recent foster family. You could tell it was only about getting a little paycheck, going through this once in the past. The thing new in this foster home is the punishments. Harsh words, and hits. You've dealt with it before with the “parents” you had, but now you could fight back as you weren't a little kid anymore.
This morning you woke up late, making you rush to get ready. “Fuck, fuck Y/n! It's already almost 4th and you haven't even gotten out the door.” you curse mentally, when you got dressed in your uniform you started heading outside to walk to school. That's when you see a moving truck and boxes of stuff being moved into the house next to you. “I thought that place was gonna stay vacant...” you quickly snap out of it and book it to school.
School went okay. Nothing cool or special, but the excitement you had of who was moving in kept running through your head. “Wonder if they got a kid…I swear if it's an old man I'll hang myself.”
As you started walking home slowly, you tried to stay out as late as possible before coming home. That's when you see him, your new neighbor. 30s maybe almost 40… didn't look like he had kids. “ Great.”
When you open the front gate of your house you hear a gruff voice. “Hey, kid?” You sigh and turn towards it, you see a man with a beard just standing there… it was creepy until he smiled, god he had such a fatherly looking smile it was crazy.
“Hi, sir?” Your voice is a bit more timed and guarded. He walked closer and raised a hand to you to shake, making you flinch from habit. You could see his smile flatter, not reaching his eyes anymore. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you… I'm John… just thought I would introduce myself to my neighbor…” John looked down at you, still with that dumb smile. “Y/n.” you responded a bit harsh this time, you could see he looked a bit surprised by your accent. You then looked him up and down trying to assess him. “Too many scars and marks on his arms…he looks strong so he probably just likes fighting. Greatttt… I may have a violent man living next to me.” You think to yourself. “So you aren't from here?” He chuckles, having his extended arm fall back to his side.
“Yeah, my parents moved here a month after I turned 10.”
“Ah, I see… are they home? I would love to meet them. I even brought some biscuits, just in case” John's smile grew as he proudly showed off the biscuits. He had such a caring smile it was weird for you to see, but it was nice.
“Yeah..my foster parents should be home.” You said putting a big inference on foster hoping he understood which he did.
“Oh, sure if that's alright.”