𝘫͟𝘶͟𝘯͟𝘦.

📲; shaun. — i’m sorry.

📲; shaun. — sometimes, that’s the consequence of your choices, baby. i’m sorry.

📲; shaun. — honey, she might come around, you never know.

📲; shaun. — yeah, baby. i know.

he just wants to see shauna, due doesn’t care about me.

it literally is.

there’s a sigh and her arm wraps around her daughter, kiss pressed to her head. “yeah, alright, that’s fine.”

“and i heard you, but there’re still consequences,” june sighs, her features softening. “a week, that’s all. you hate soccer anyway now you have an excuse not to go.”

“it’s only us, shauna. just you and me, how the hell was i supposed to react? i was terrified,” she mutters, head shaking. “i’m serious.”

“and you could’ve been arrested for underage drinking, you could’ve gotten hurt.” head is shaking, “i was up all night, so yeah. im serious.”

“oh, great,” there’s a noise in the back of her throat, her stomach aching. “cops, that’s fantastic, shauna.” it just reminded her of thomas, always being involved with the cops. “you’re grounded. no soccer, straight home until i decide otherwise.”

that gets a scoff from her, eyes narrowed. “yeah, right back at you.” her cup is carried to sink and she pauses, “i’m not fucking stupid shauna, i know what you do all weekend, but staying out all night and not telling me?! are you fucking kidding?”

and she’s waiting until the door closes and then she sets her coffee cup down, a little too hard. “good morning.”

📲; jeff. — jesus christ, his dads really overworking him. — should probably call him.

📲; shauna. —is jeff home yet?

📲; shauna. —?!?

📲; shauna. — you’re not.

📲; shauna. —high stress, youre exhausted, and you’re off your meds. of course you’re seeing shit.

📲; shauna. —poor kid. — when was the last time you slept?