The next day you woke up he was gone again. It was late in the morning and your ass stung really bad. Everything hurt as you got up and trudged to get your dress on. You wished life would not be like this but it is but as it turns out that is exactly what you got.
Two months went past since the two of you where married. You had tried to not go against him and try to be your old self, you started to paint Joanna and also painted out of the bedroom window. Turpin was pleased, you were finally trusting him and understanding that he was the only one who you could trust. Since you were not going against him Turpin had turned into the kindest and gentlest man you had ever met. He went out of his way to look after you, treating you as some kind of child he would help dress you and help bathe you. It was always weird but you learnt not to say no to his actions. Turpin would take you to the opera and hug you on his lap, kissing your head and stroking your stomach. He became your daddy in both sex and in life.
You were lying on his chest when you remembered what Ms Barker had said what seemed like a lifetime ago, that Beadle had paid the men to get you out of the house. You didn't mention it to the man who you snuggled up to, but when he went to work, and you were sure Beadle was with him you sneaked into his study. His study was bright and had two of your paintings on the wall. You gulped and sneaked over to the records. Looking through the things he had paid out you found it, "£10 to Beadle for scaring" it was on the same day as you ran to him. You frowned and put it back where it was. You turned and saw his diary. You sat and flipped through it, finding the day. it said "(y/n) will come to me". This was evidence, concrete evidence that it was all a lie.
You sneaked back out of the study only to be smacked to the wall. Beadle was home. He now held you to the wall by your arm. "What pray may I ask where you doing in the master's study?"
"Nothing" you mumbled, "I only wished to see the paintings which are now on the wall"
"Is that so?" he asked, peering into your eyes. His face was inches from yours.
"Yes sir" you said.
He let go and stalked away. "The master will hear about this"
"Please sir, he does not. I was only there to see my paintings" you pleaded.
He turned around and smiled. "I may consider it if you do something for me" he chuckled and with his cane touched your stomach. You shook your head and ran into Joanna's room and shut the door. Joanna stared at you and you looked at her with pleading eyes. You heard Beadle angrily walking down the stairs and heading toward the door. You saw him walking outside.
"You cannot annoy Mister Beadle" she said, sitting you down. "He has the Turpin's ear and Turpin will not believe you. You nodded and sighed. "What were you doing in his office"
"He sent the men, to rob my house to I came here" you said.
"Oh, my dear (y/n)" she murmured. She hugged you and sighed. "I am sorry"
"I wish to leave" you mumbled.
"That will be hard" she said.
"I will plan" you mumbled.
"Let us plan together" she said. "I wish to see the boy out my window."
"Then let us go now" you said. "Beadle has gone and we may not have this opportunity again"
Joanna nodded. You grabbed the money you hid from Turpin and together slipped out of the house, going toward a rent house. You held Joanna's hand tightly and moved through the park so not to be seen. Joanna was grinning and taking in everything around her. You were also grinning. You had your eyes set on a rent house which was half a mile away which one of your friends owned.
You walked together and booked a room. Now you sat together. You had sent a message to the boy who Joanna had seen and he was coming. You both felt free and you cracked jokes and laughed together. However, you still had a worry Turpin would find you and poor Joanna. You had told your friend to look out for him and he nodded. You trusted your friend and hopped Turpin would never find you again.
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Turpin x reader
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