A/N: Chapter dedicated to matttheloverboy Thanks for reading!
That voice... it wasn't Chris, nor Matt, or Nick, or Bolley, or Lil Hudday or a young, handsome, straight European prince called Edwardo Da Erudon III who resembles 2004 🥵 Robert Pattinson... instead it was-
"Dad?".
"Yes Yolly, it's me"
Shocked and in disbelief, I yank the dusty, floral print curtains open and woah and behold (think that's the term) and there he is, Jonathan James Goldson Jr.
"What... how... who...", the words just fall out of my mouth. I can't believe my dad is here, and he's dressed head to toe in what looks to be a stolen homeless persons outfit.
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The fit^^
My dad just sighs and taps on the window 🪟 quietly, "I'll explain everything once we're in the car, we gotta get you outta here Yollybug".
Did he just call me 🐝🐜🐞Yollybug? 🐝🪳🐞As in the name he used to call me before he turned cold and distant (before mum died 😢), I just nod and begin to yank and grab and pull at the latch holding the window shut.
My dad is looking around frantically as I try with all my little frame's strength to get the window open. But god, it's so tight and I only have the strength of a little bunny. 🐰 😢
"Yolly... come on... come on!" my dad pleads, "I don't want to break the windows if you can open it from the inside-".
"Im trying!" I growl. God, this mf needs to know patience. This is my escape, I get to escape the way I wanna escape. 🤷♀️
A few minutes of Jonathan Goldson panicking and me fiddling the latch later, I manage to tug it open. My hands are bleeding and scratched now 🥺😢 If only one of the Sturniolo brothers (Matt and Chris), we're here to kiss my booboos... 😢💔🥺🥺😔😣
"Oh thank gosh!" my dad gasps in relief, pushing the rest of the window up, "Climb out, we will head down the roof and I'll help you down, got it?".
I nod, looking out the smallish window that leads to the roof covered in 🦉owl🦉poop, I wonder if they're delivering letters to hogwats 🥺👉👈. I might not be magical, but I sure ain't a muggle! 🤣
Anyways, holding my breath, I easily slip out the window (thank god I am pretty much the size of a small 🐁 mouseand weigh like a feather! 🪶 ), and grab my dads hands so I don't fall.
My dad squeezes my hands tight, "Yolly... I am so glad you're safe". I just look at him and smile, because yeah, he's trying to have a sweet moment, but honestly he smells like poopoo, weewee and caca 💩.
"I'm glad I'm safe too" I tell him, and while we r standing on the kidnappers roof, John pulls me into a tight, fatherly loving 🫂hug.
"I would have never forgiven myself if... if something happened to you..." he begins to sob. My eyes focus on a British bird perched upon the chimney. 🦤🪹
