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Burning bridges - platonic yandere estranged(?) family x reader concept
You don't know why you even agreed to come. There's a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how much cocoa you sip, the cheery Christmas music sounding like nails on a chalkboard the longer it plays in the background.
It should be fun. You should be hanging out with your grandparents or your cousins, but you just can't. Having a panic attack in front of everyone would be too embarrassing, so instead you're stuck hiding in a random bedroom because your "father" and his family showed up.
Seeing them shouldn't hurt so much after all this time.
The laughter from the living room tears your heart into shreds, reminding yourself to breathe becoming a bothersome task. It's stupid. You're stupid for still caring, for being a whiny brat even though you're grown.
Standing up on shaky legs, you resolve to at least say goodbye to the family that matters before leaving. Slipping out of a window seems too difficult to be worth the questions you'll get later anyway.
This plan would be fine, perfect even if you didn't bump into lizzy as soon as you walked into the hallway.
Mumbling a frantic apology, you don't even recognize who it is at first, but she definitely recognizes you.
"Bug!" The sudden hug makes you wince, especially with how strangely clingy it is, but it's the childhood nickname that makes you freeze.
"Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you," Lizzy hums, a beaming smile on her face. "Dads gonna freak when-"
She trails off when you roughly shove her away, having the nerve to look betrayed. "I- Hey.." The girl reaches out a hand towards you, almost tearing up at how disgusted you look to see her. Still a princess with her crocodile tears.
"What was that for?" Lizzy frowns, blocking your path when you try to go by, "Don't ignore your big sister." Before you can snap at her, there's a gentle hand on your back, nudging you behind your grandfather.
"Kid.." The older man regards her with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You ain't coming into my home and stiring up trouble, are you? Cause your daddy and the rest of your lot can scram."
Lizzy shoots you a pleading look, like she expects you to jump to her defense. She somehow manages to look more brokenhearted when you silently hide behind your grandfather instead.
When lizzy finally drags herself away, an arm is slung around your shoulders. "Sorry 'bout that pumpkin," Your grandpa gives you a gentle squeeze, starting to lead you to the kitchen. "We got plenty of grub, let pop pop fix you a plate."