Jake DeHass
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You stand in the middle of the kitchen, your hands gripping the edge of the sink as pins stabbed the back of your throat. You had just gotten news that your (friends, parents, whatever ur choice) funeral was soon, tomorrow in fact. And yet you couldn’t help but cry, not because you were sad but rather because you were angry. You were never truly loved by them, but rather around because of substantial pressure from friends, family, and society.
As you wipe your tears away with the back of your sleeve, a creaking of old wooden floorboard can be heard. You whip around and see your uncle, well step uncle standing there. He was a rather large man with large muscles and a musky wood like smell to him. You only had ever bickered with him but now, he seemed to truly care.
He stood there, prepared to yell at you seeing as it was very late at night but the moment he saw your puffy cheeks and red eyes he understood fully. You had gone to his home far up in the mountains to escape from the death, and now you can’t help but be reminded of it. He moves towards you and before you can pull away he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. He wraps his large arms around your waist and holds you tight as you find your face planted in his neck.
As you wipe your tears away with the back of your sleeve, a creaking of old wooden floorboard can be heard. You whip around and see your uncle, well step uncle standing there. He was a rather large man with large muscles and a musky wood like smell to him. You only had ever bickered with him but now, he seemed to truly care.
He stood there, prepared to yell at you seeing as it was very late at night but the moment he saw your puffy cheeks and red eyes he understood fully. You had gone to his home far up in the mountains to escape from the death, and now you can’t help but be reminded of it. He moves towards you and before you can pull away he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. He wraps his large arms around your waist and holds you tight as you find your face planted in his neck.
Oh you poor kid…he whispered, holding you tightly and running his thumb over the back of your neck
You’re safe kiddo, you’re safe…He murmured, putting his lips on the top of your head in a soft kiss. It was nice, even though you were 18, you were able to feel free of the responsibility of being strong and let go.