Luke x Reader (JATP) - barely editing anymore

chapter 36

tw: father abuse

"when are you going back to school?" luke asked, his words coming out mumbled as his head laid in you're neck with his arm around you're torso.

"in two days" you replied you're eyes still half closed while you're hand played with his messy hair.

"noo that only gives me two more days to be with you at all times" he said while now lifting his head up and looking you right in the eye.

you couldn't help but blush and let out a soft smile.

"go back to sleep it's late" you said after a minute of the two of you just admiring each other.

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"me, alex, and reggie are going out for a big, wanna come with or are you good here?" Luke asked you.

"i'm good, thanks" you replied still half asleep trying to wake up.

once the three boys left you decided you needed to grab some more clothes from you're house, seeming as you haven't gone in there in a few weeks to try and give you're dad some time to cool off. surprisingly you hadn't heard from him in a while except for the occasional 'turn it down!' when rehearsing, but even that you hadn't hear for at least a week now.

you snuck into the house the same way you do every time. only this time you didn't hear the tv playing in the background.

you slowly exited you're room and walked into the hall and saw that everything was a mess.

there were broken shards of glass all over the floor.

"y/n?" you turned around to see you're father holdinf a suitcase in his hand.

"dad?... where are you going?" you eyed his suitcase in one hand and then turned back to the hall to see that the broken glass was from old family pictures.

"i'm gonna leave for a bit, we um ran out of milk" he said softly with a small smile trying to lighten the mood.

"ugh that line is such a cliche" you said laughing at the movie that just said something along the lines of the father saying 'ill be right back, we're just out of milk' and the son believing him.

"yea it really is, people have to come up with a better excuse" you're mum added.

"no, you guys can't be serious there should never be an excuse" you're dad quickly said.

"a father should never leave, and if he ever does he should have the guts to actually tell his child" he added while looking back to the screen.

"do you promise to never leave me?" you're 8 year old self asked you're father.

"i promise kiddo" he said with a bright smile holding his pinky out to you.

you smiled back after pinky promising and the three of you went back to watching the movie.

"you promised" you said a little louder now getting annoyed that he would just leave you with nothing.

"it'll be better this way" he said not even making eye contact with you.

"god, you are such a shit dad! just because mum died doesn't give you the right to be an absolute dick! i hate you!" you screamed at him, you're tears threatening to escape.

"don't you hold that tone with me!" he yelled back getting angrier by the second. at this point you didn't even care what would happen after, he was going to leave anyway and you needed to let everything out before he left.

"no, i will because you have never once acted like a good guy after mom died! and yes she did die but you have to grow the fuck up and stop drinking all you're problems away and trying to believe she was never alive, you're supposed to be my dad. you're supposed to be the one protecting me, not the one hurting me!"

"shut up!" he yelled with a slap across you're face.

"no! i hate you! i hate you more than anyone else in the world! you knew everything you were doing and you still hurt me! you're own daughter! you're a low life who can't take the heat of being a single dad and you took it out on me, and for that i will never forgive you! you disgust me!" you couldn't continue before he had you pinned to the floor and had a fist to you're face. a shoe to you're ribs, repeatedly being kicked. the worst of it all is you fell onto all the broken glass that was scattered along the floor. he picked up a piece of glass and cut you along you're forearm. you weren't sure if he was trying to carve something into you or not, but before he could continue you picked up a sharp piece of glass you could grab from the floor and stabbed it into his shoulder.

you were almost sure that you're neighbours were able to hear you're screams but you really didn't feel like talking to anyone today. you're father got off of you, because of the pain he was now feeling, pulled the piece of glass out and ran out of you're house, with all the money, food, and passports.

you laid there for a few minutes before finally building up the strength to finally get up.

you managed to limp to the bathroom in you're room. you didn't want to look at yourself right now, but knew eventually you would end up staring at yourself in the mirror. you decided to just try and get the few pieces of glass, that were still in you back, out. after a few minutes of immense pain and letting out a few shrieks you got out all the glass and decided to take off you're clothes to get more cleaned up and maybe even get into the shower.

after removing you're shirt you're tears started to fall, you stared at you're reflection, and yet again hated what you saw looking back at you. you looked weak, fat, and sad.

you quickly looked away and grabbed the advil and took two of them to help with the pain. you then grabbed a washcloth and held down on you're forearm until the bleeding seamed to die down. after it slowed down you cleaned it with some water and ended by putting on antibiotic cream on the cut, which also ended with you letting out a few shrieks from pain.

you decided to only have a quick not too shower to help clean up you're back and not too warm that it would hurt you're ribs.

you got out of the shower, but not before washing you're face under the water and wiping away any tears.

you put on an oversized t shirt without a bra under and then some pyjama shorts since you didn't want pants to touch any cuts you might've missed along you're legs.

you went downstairs and started applying gauze to you're arm that you found in the first aid kit.

and then it hit you, when you opened the freezer to find a bag of peas to put on you're arm, there was no food left. he took everything. he left just like that, with nothing.

you're tears were now falling one by one as you realised what this actually meant. you were all alone, again.

you looked at you're phone quickly and remembered the time and where you had to be.

"shit" you muttered quietly.

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i actually wasn't gonna write this but um next chapter will prly b interesting if i decide to post that one so get ready for that😀

also if anyone has any spencer reid fan fics don't b shy and drop some plss preferably ones that don't follow the plot or have spoilers after season 3 but like drop them anyways even if they r!