Aurora Borealis ➢ Billy Batson x Reader

~27~ New Years Coming Up

A/N: Warning!
For anyone who is sensitive to family abuse or rough home violent situations, there will be a little bit of abuse in this so I'm just letting you know in case you're sensitive to that. Thanks~

Even though Christmas day has just passed, New Year's is around the corner and we're not too sure what we're gonna do for it. In just over a month, Mary will be leaving for her college so we're all going to miss her, but we'll be keeping in contact.

Maya will be staying here at...am I supposed to call it Home now?

Anyway, Maya will be staying at Freddy's house while Billy keeps an eye on me as Shazam from the background when I try to pack up some things. Call it odd but it was Freddy's idea to have someone outside the house in case mainly my Father, tries to stop me in whatever way he can.

"I'm still not sure about this." I huff anxiously. Billy crouches down to my height as Shazam and I pout at him. "You'll be fine, I've got your back. Just get some things or enough things and tell them you're moving to an apartment."

The scenario would be worse if I told them I was moving into someone else's house.

I nod my head and quickly hug him.

"Once you come back...we can go get some ice-cream."

"What am I, seven?" I pout, crossing my arms.

"If you keep pouting childishly, you are. Now Go! Small child!!"

He lightly shoves me which I let out a giggle before crossing the road. I'm getting closer to this house of mine. Jeez. It's going to be crazy.

Once I'm on the front doorstep, I take a deep breath in.

I can do this. I can do this. Just stay calm. I can do this.

I push the door open and look around. My father lies on the couch, fast asleep. I gulp harshly. There's at least six and a half-empty bottles of vodka nearby him, tumbled over or tipped of what was left.

Where's Mom?

I sneak up the stairs, I feel like it's been forever since I've walked into this house. This house doesn't even feel the same. It feels so weird. Being in this house doesn't even feel like my own anymore. 

I quickly dash up to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Slightly relieved. I let out a deep breath. Now all I gotta do...is start packing.

I get a massive duffle bag from the closet as well as my father's old army bag which he handed to me. It's also quite big. The first thing I put in the army bag is the stuff on my shelves and bed, trying to be as careful as possible.

Lava lamp, fairy lights, fluffy pillows, fluffy rug, Message Cinema Board, salt lamp, Beats headphones, sketchpad journal, Polaroid, makeup stuff, drumsticks, some stuff under my bed including that expensive necklace that was supposed to be given to Anna.

How am I gonna move the full body mirror?

I decide to worry about that later, not trying to waste any time. I open my drawers and unzip the duffle bag. I grab all my shirts, jackets, jumpers, pants and shorts, undergarments, winter clothes like beanies and gloves and scarves. I go into the closet and pull down the dresses and shove them into the duffle bag.

I notice...a little teddy in the corner of the closet. This makes me pause so I can get a good look at it. It's a tiger, a massive tiger plush lying down on the ground. It's old, but it's there. I haven't seen this thing in ages.

I remember I had it ever since I can remember. My father had his first argument with me however and shoved it in the closet. He didn't want me around the tiger anymore, something about emotional connection. I kept hiding it from him every time I had it, until I slowly forgot about it and stopped taking it out of the closet. I quickly scramble for it and shove it into the duffle bag.