Rin's POV

"Hey, are you sure you want to go back?" Jean asks pulling up to my neighborhood.

I nod. "Yeah, if I stay away for any longer, I won't be able to go back."

He nods. "Okay, but if you need anything, call me."

I nod. "Okay, thanks."

I get out of the car and grab my bag. I start walking towards the front door. I notice the snow on the driveway is thin. I guess he's been doing chores since I was gone. I knock on the door and wait for him to answer.

"Who is it?!" his raspy voice says from inside.

"Rin," I yell back.

I hear footsteps approach the door. When he opens the door, I see a beer bottle in his left hand. He opens the door wider and lets me in. I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge.

"Where have you been these last 6 months?" he asks.

"Jail," I say grabbing a beer bottle from inside.

I pop the lid open and take the other one from my dad.

"This one's empty, here," I hand him the bottle.

He takes it from me and immediately starts chugging the beer. He slams it back down on the table and takes a deep breath of air.

"Why were you arrested this time?" he asks me.

"Drug possession," I say.

Suddenly, I feel my hair being pulled. I look up and I see him looking down at me.

"Again? Is my daughter fucking doing drugs?!" he yells at my face.

I squeeze my palm. Calm down. I shake my head. "No dad, I was framed."

"Framed my ass!" he pushes me away from him, causing me to fall down.

He gets up and throws on his work shirt. "By the time I'm back, this place better be fucking spotless you got that?!"

I nod quickly, satisying him. He walks out the house, leaving me alone. I back up to the counter, breathing rapidly.

"Calm down," I say putting my head between my thighs. "Shhhhhhhhhh," I tell myself.

After I feel my breathing steady, I stand up. I wipe away the tears that fell down. Thank god I didn't cry in front of him or else he would've just beat my ass. I grab a trash bag and get started.

(Later that night)

I close the door behind me, throwing my coat on the rack. I just finished shoveling the driveway and the back yard patio. I look at the clock. 10 pm. He shouldn't be home for another few hours. After work, he always goes to the bar. I go upstairs and go to the bathroom, getting my bath ready. I turn on the warm water and start to strip out of my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror. Back when my mother used to live with us, she took me to get my first tattoo at the age of 13. I trace the ink at my arm. 'R and J'. Rin and Jaime. She got a divorce with my dad in my freshman year because of domestic violence. She lives way up north of Illinois. I believe it's a four hour drive from here. I only visited her once then my dad stopped taking me. She has her own family now, too, so her daughter visiting would be a nuisance. I trace the tattoo at my hip. It's a lock and key. My first boyfriend made me get it. He raped me multiple times. The only way I got away from him was because he got arrested for murder. He was about 4 years older than me as well. I sink into the warm water in the tub and close my eyes, relaxing. I hear my phone go off so I pick it up. I see I got tagged in an twitter post. I open the app and see it was Mikasa. I guess she's another one of Eren's fan girls. I press on the story. It's a picture of my headshot.

@ rinamane, looks like you're back out in the world. Everyone, make sure to lock your doors lol

I smirk down at the messages. Basically that whole group hates me. I know a lot of them from childhood, too. But after my first arrest, things went down hill. I press on the tweet to reply. After I press post I smile down accomplished.

Reply to @ mikasaackerman: lock your windows too :)