The Time Of Night (Lloyd x reader)

ch 1 the so called 'situation'

(under severe editing)

Hi it's author~san here! this is the first story I published on this platform lol
I wanted to go and re-edit a bunch of this to see if I could actually turn this into something!  Have fun reading (or re-reading bc I see you)!

Tw child abuse and mention of suicide
(Getting right into it--)

(Y/N) P.O.V

I drag my feet along the concrete as I walk home from school down the familiar road.  Just making it through another bad day. Like usual. Life was relentlessly pounding me for existence today and a panic attack isn't far from me now as I round the corner to my home.  Sighing as it makes it to my line of view.

Taking a deep breath I clench my hands to fists, digging my nails into my palms. And finally I walk to the front of my house, clutching the doorknob.

Opening the door I see Dianne, my mother, on the floor with bottles sprawled across the floor, starting from the broken glass in the kitchen to the empty beer cans here in the living room. Instead of taking my shoes off I keep them on so I don't accidentally walk on any shards of glass over the carpet. 
Reminder to vacuum later.

'Oh shit.. Here we go again. ' I thought as I quietly walked past her to the kitchen, picking up any glass shards that were laying there along the way. While throwing them in the trash bin I try to be as quiet as possible so my mom wouldn't wake up from her blackout drunk state. I doubted she would but if she did.. A shiver rolls down my spine as I kneel to pick up a can atop a small pile.

I grabbed a few of the bottles next to her and cringed at the reeking stench of alcohol as my hands retreated. Walking back to the kitchen I set the bottles into the sink, no reason to waste good glass.

I start walking past my mom with silent steps and right as I touched the stair railing she grabbed my left wrist and dragged me down to the floor with her.

"Not even polite enough to greet your own mother, huh?" My mother asked in her usual tone. Sinister and more phlem sounding than you'd think with all that drinking.  She’s probably gone back to smoking too..

"Oh hey Mom, how was your day?"

"Well at least you said something this time. Too bad your tone was what ruined it.  How would you like it if I asked youu how your-" she poked the middle of my forehead, “-day was like that?”

I so badly wanted to say “I’d be surprised you asked.” but I refrained. Just barely.

“Go, leave!” She shoves me back, then crawls forward starting to swing her fists down at me.  My arms, legs, ribs, and my face.  Aiming for anywhere that I hadn’t covered. “Know when you’re not wanted, you ungrateful wench of a child!”

Tears start pouring from my eyes as she manages to hit my face, causing me to bite my lip enough to draw blood, not to mention her hands were dressed with multiple rings that had caused small cuts on my arms and bruised me more than I already was.

Once she brought both hands back behind her head I used my arms to launch me back toward the stairs. I knew that she wouldn't be able to get up the stairs drunk as I had done this before.  Experience is and isn't best in this situation.  I ran up the stairs, stumbling as I made my escape. I must've only waited through that for a few minutes though as the light outside hasn't changed the shadows from trees.

“Y/N! Who do you think moved to this damned country for you?! I didn’t have to come to Japan for you!”

Just then, I closed the door to my room.  Locking it with something I bought online that locked doors that don’t actually lock originally. I sank down the door as soon as I get the lock in place with shaky hands.

I move my hands up to my face, my warm red cheeks, my forehead, my eyes to wipe my tears, and occasionally over my mouth to hide the ungodly noises of my sobs.

  Dad's death was hard on all of us, she knew that at the beginning, though it had affected my brother for the most part. He had killed himself once I got into senior year of high school, leaving me alone with Dianne.  Our mother. Who had gone crazy after both of them died. I can’t blame her, it feels like I could do the same any day now.

I wipe the rest of my, still flowing, tears as I use my bedside to help me stand.  Allowing me to walk toward my closet afterward.

The warm interior of my own closet was decorated with things like string lights, old pictures and posters, and fluffy blankets.  Things that make me happy.  No clock to watch, where one was supposed to be instead there's a compass.  I had closed my closet doors but them being thin sliding doors it really didn't work. The light that came through calmed me till dark, when I turned the string lights on, dimmed by clothes and blankets. This light had calmed me down till at least 9 in the evening. Whereas the sun had been nearly set by 6.

I stopped sobbing by that point, still sniffling as I rested my back against the wall of my closet. I wanted to do something that would distract me.  So I stand up, swaying slightly at the sudden shift in position. I hit the wall and a sudden jolt sparks it’s way up my arm. I almost scream before I cover my mouth, muffling it to a mere yelp. I almost forgot about the pain until I leaned back away from the wall. The sudden air over where a wall had just covered made me wince as I brought my arm into view.

Opening my closet doors and walking over to my Tv stand, I crouch and pull a first aid kit.  Grabbing it by the handle I adjust my hand to the plastic grip and stand up, walking back to my closet.

Sitting in the open entrance of my closet I take notice of blood dripping from my cut lip down to my shirt, so as smooth as I could, I slipped the shirt over my head without touching my face. Setting the shirt off and on a towel that I hid among my blankets. I start attending to my arms when I suddenly hear the TV behind my back turn on.

Surprised, I finish attending to my arms, using the slightly bigger bandaids over some of my cuts, and get out of the closet with a new shirt that has a (F/C)(favorite/animal) on it.

I look at the TV and see the beginning for 'Ninjago' turn on. "Ah, my childhood. Yeah who cares if I don’t know how it got there I might as well watch it"

I pull my shirt over my head and sit on the bed.

--- now to the most magical time of all!

As I look over to my clock I read the time, 3:00 a.m.

Lightly flinching as I read the time again just to make sure. I realize the clock reads 3 and decide that I need to immediately seep.  I pull over a black hoodie from the side of my bed and slip it over my head, "shit, I'm not gonna wake up to my alarm in the morning." I curse, pulling the hood over my head and getting situated before finally falling into slumber.

Wow I did it! I made my own first Ninjago book just done today woo (haha you have no idea you idiot of the past:edit)! Love ya thanks for reading I hope u enjoyed it!! I'm starting another one right away! This is so fun~~ AUTHOR~SAN OUT!

(First edited Sunday, March 2021)
(second edited Sunday, February 2022)