Newt x reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven

You take the long way to your house, not wanting to ruin your happy mood too soon since it was such a good day, and you keep silently squealing and biting your lip and closing your eyes, trying to remember every detail you can to save it in your memory forever.

Eventually, you do have to go to your house, it gets dark and cold and you're really tired, but for the first time since you can remember, it's a good tired. Like the kind of tired you feel after a long, but amazing day.

But now you can see your house, and you can feel your happiness drain away and you sigh. Maybe you can get through your window and avoid your father altogether. You go around to your window and try to open it, but unfortunately it's locked. That means he's been in your room, and the thought makes you shudder, that maybe he touched something.

You really have no other option but to go through the front door, since every other option into the house is locked and sealed up tight. Crap. What if he's waiting for you? You've never been out this late, expecially on a Monday night, and what if that set something off.

You can feel your heart beat faster and faster as you walk to the front of the house, and the only thing you can do is hope he's passed out drunk and doesn't wake up, but some small part of you tells you that that is not going to happen, and you can feel the dread as you turn the doorknob to your front door, and slowly, quietly open it.

You don't hear anything, but the kitchen light is on. Taking a deep breath you slowly enter the house. The only problem, you have to go through the kitchen to get to your room. As soon as you close the front door, and take a step forward, you hear a noise from the kitchen. 

Panicking, you turn around to leave the house, but you feel a hand close around your wrist and yank you back, preventing you from leaving the house. Crap. Crap crap crap crap. You should've known. You shouldn't have come home, this was a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it.

He turns you around to face him, and you can smell the alchohol all over him. You avoid meeting his gaze and you just stare at the floor and try to pull your hand away, but he has a strong iron grip on it, and you're not going anywhere.

"Where have you been (y/n)?" He says, grabbing your other hand to prevent you from doing anything and pulling you closer to keep you under more control. You don't respond, you just look away, and that just seems to make him mad, you know you should just submit like you normally do, but for some reason you can't stop yourself from fighting back.

"I asked you a question." He says threateningly, and you can smell the alchohol on his breath. You bring your head up, look him dead in the eye, and stomp on his foot. Surprised, he loosens his grip slightly, just enough for you to yank your hand out and make a break for it.

Your small victory doesn't last for very long, and you feel his hands wrap around your neck and yank you back. He throws you against the wall, and you crumple on the ground. Unfortunately, you don't have enought time to react before he's right there again, pulling you up.

He shoves you on the wall and places his hands around your neck, squeezing slightly. You start to feel a little dizzy and you don't dare move in case he squeezes more, but at the same time you're really worried you're goint to pass out.

Just as the edges of your vision start to go back, he releases you, and you crumple to the ground, panting from lack of air, but you don't get too much of a break, as he starts to kick you in the stomach again and again. You can't breath, so you just lie as still as possible and focus on breathing.

"Get out of my sight." He spits with disgust at you, and you waste no time, you get up and nearly run to your room, where you have to remember exactly how to breath. Your stomach hurts with every breath, and your neck feels sore.

Glancing at the mirror, you see bright red marks in a ring around your neck, and bruises are starting to form. Luckily you heal fast, but that will be hard to explain for a while, but you're so tired and in too much pain to care for now, you just change and curl up in your bed, and silently cry until you sleep.