Protective (five x reader)

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{WARNING ABUSE TW}

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It all happened so fast...

They say that family is supposed to be our safe heaven. Very often, it's the place where we find our deepest heartache.

Y/n's family- If that's what you would call it- was dystopia , it was only her and her father, that making it very unpleasant to live near.

Often the neighbors could hear her screams. His commands. Things being thrown or slammed.

Y/n didn't feel safe and she wanted to leave, she wanted a family that loved her, accepted her, and told her that she was going to be okay.

She wanted a father figure that didn't scream at her every time she 'breathed'. She wanted a normal, happy, life. Or was that too much to ask for?

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairytale somewhere deep within her heart. She didn't want that anymore. The prince was supposed to save her. She wanted; so very much to be saved.

With her cheek tomato red, from the blow that she had unfortunately suffered, eyes swollen from crying so much and a broken ego, heart and nose... y/n left.

She was all alone. Not that she was ever surrounded by people that liked her, but this was different, y/n didn't have a family or a home to go to anymore.

There was no one to tell, no where to hide, y/n kept the pain to herself all these years while a piece of her died... that piece was the ability to love and trust, y/n couldn't love anyone she trusted and she definitely could not trust anyone she loved.
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Y/N's POV

"This isn't fair! Why me? What did I do?"

Those foolish questions always failed me in times of need. But I had no one to blame but myself.

Why me? I'd always ask. That was just the way the universe worked. The universe didn't give a rats ass about what was fair, it didn't care that some may have deservde the punishment they received, and others may have not.

What did I do? That question left me no possible answer. My father had always so kindly reminded me that I had killed my mother. Manslaughter or not, it was my fault, and he would see to it that I was punished

"I have to leave. I'll go see Agnes.."
Agnes was the sweet lady that owned 'Griddy's Doughnuts' she always helped me, she'd call me every night, sometimes I got to the phone before father did, but other times I was not so lucky, or rather she was not.

She felt like the mother that I never had, and the sister I always wanted...

I was going to leave. I needed to go before he woke up. Before he decided that I wasn't hit hard enough, or I didn't get the message of my worth through my thick scull. Before he tried again.

I didn't have time to pack, or think for that matter. I slowly tip-toed up the creaky stairs. My hand hovering over the door to the dining room.

"No! Bad idea. Go back to bed. It'll be okay." Is what I kept telling myself over, and over again.

My heart screamed the opposite. "Go! Before it's too late!"

I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

Now.

I managed to sneak out of my house without my fathers notice, he was, as expected, passed out on the sofa, drunk as a skunk, as I always say.

I made my way to the doughnut shop. I couldn't see very well, due to my swollen eye. But that had no reflection on my decision. I had to get away, even if it was for just one week.

I got to the doughnut shop, it was around 9pm.

I walked in and sat on the stool by the front table, waiting for Agnes.

After a few minutes of waiting I naturally got bored. I was playing with the cutlery when I heard the bell ring, I looked towards the door, hoping that it would not be my father.

My heart somewhat reduced back to it's normal speed. It was just a boy, he looked as though he was about my age.

"Breathe" I told myself.

I almost laughed aloud. Commanding myself to do something that my body was so adept to do- breathing, was some how hilarious to me.

The bell rang again. My heart dropped and so did the feeling of humor. I slowly turned around...

Again it was not my father, this time it was a man. My eyes were plastered on him as he strutted down towards the counter.

The boy sat next to me, his eyes bouncing off every object, the way light might reflect from a window. He sat there impatiently, and after a few minutes rang the bell repeatedly to get Agnes' attention.

The man sat on the other side of the boy, he picked up the news paper and started reading it, I looked over at the boy, but he was looking at the old man.
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Y/N's POV OVER
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"Sorry, sink was clogged" Agnes quietly chuckled. "So what'll it be?" she questioned the two strangers. She didn't notice y/n's presence yet. "Uh- give me a chocolate eclair" the man responded. "Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" Agnes added, still not noticing y/n. "The kid wants coffee, black" the boy scoffed, Agnes looked up at him for a moment and turned her eyes to y/n.

Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh my, y/n?".

"Not again." Agnes whispered to herself.

Y/n felt the boy stiffen at the mention of her name.

Looking at the girl sitting across from Agnes would feel like looking at a circus act. Expected, yet surprising nonetheless. She was a small girl. And showing up with bruises wasn't a new thing.

"What the hell happened!?" The man sitting next to the black haired boy exclaimed.

Y/n shyly looked down and started fiddling with her hands, "oh! This?" She pointed quizzically towards the bruise on her cheek.

"Ran into a door" she lied softly.

She looked up to meet the worried eyes of Agnes, the concerned expression of the man, and the boy, the boy was just staring at her, almost like he was studying her every facial feature.

His jaw tensing. Y/n didn't enjoy being the center of attention, this would mean staring, laughing, judging.

As soon as she met his eyes they both looked away, y/n to her hands and the boy to Agnes.

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It had been 10 minutes since she first looked into the grey-green eyes of the mystery boy, sitting no more than 3 meters away from her. The man had left, after offering to pay for the boy's coffee and y/n's cream and jam doughnut.

As y/n was about to get up and leave, the doors to the doughnut shop opened and four men dressed in all black, carrying guns, rushed in.

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