Unfortunate (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 1 - Death

•Y/N POV•

I woke up around dawn listening to my parents fighting and fucking, like every morning since I can remember.

I lay in bed and think about last night. How I even woke up is beyond me. I should have bled out or died from starvation, or even dehydration, but I'm still here, having to suffer yet another day.

I feel myself start crying, the sobs slowly wrecking through my chest, so I slowly sit up off my blanket to try to comfort myself.

I wish someone would help me, but nobody, except my family and family friends, knows I exist. My mother got pregnant with me and she wanted another boy, like my older bother. But when she found out I was a girl. It was then decided I'd be their sex slave.

I was raped constantly since I was born. I'm 19 now and it has only gotten worse the more I grow up. I've seen and been through things no person should ever have to deal with. I've given birth to 4 babies to only see them be mauled to death if a girl, and if a boy, my mother takes them away and I never see them again.

The only reason why I'm still here is because, unfortunately, my father is a doctor.

I wish I'd just die, but even when I have tried to end my life, I'm brought back by my father then I'm tied up, and hurt by my entire family and all my family's friends.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I hear my room door unlock and slam open. I sit there covering my breasts and closing my eyes, not wanting to see their ugly faces looking at me any longer that I have to.

I only hear a deep chuckle then heavy footsteps making their way to me.

I flinch and scream as I'm yanked up by my hair and I'm made to kiss my father on his lips, to which I inwardly gag. He breaks the kiss then throws me back onto the ground, laughing.

"Get ready n/n, its family fun night~"

"Ok...." I say loud enough for him to hear.

As if I have a fucking choice

My father walks away laughing, then shuts and locks the door once again.

Giving up, I lay back down and try to get some sleep before night time comes around.

-hours later-

"N/n~ wake up!"

I feel a sharp pain in my side and gasp. I sit up quickly and look around to see my family standing beside me, all laughing and smiling at me.

Trying to cover my body as much as possible I scoot away from them. I close my eyes then feel a cloth go over my mouth and I feel dizzy. I hear mumbling and laughing.

I then start to hallucinate and laugh as my family hurts me. I start talking gibberish and laughing as they continue their assault on my body. I watch my family all take turns with my body, even the women. Thankfully I dont feel a thing, only the high of the drug they gave me.

After a couple hours the drugs wear off and my family starts leaving. I start hyperventilating and crying as I imagine getting pregnant once again and from being treated so horribly by my family members. I start sobbing and I start pulling my hair out. My father then laughs along with my brother as my mother just scoffs at me.

"Why? WHY?!"
I scream, holding my head in my hands, shaking and crying.

I hear my father, mother and older brother laugh at me when I scream at them.

"Oh look at her! Father I think shes trying to fight back!" My brother, Jamie said, laughing.

I feel a sharp pain in my side as I'm kicked over onto the floor. I scream and sob, trying to hide my naked body from anymore of my 'family's' abuse.

My mother scoffs, bends down then puts out her cigarette on my leg, burning me. I squeal and try to hold in my scream. She takes the cigarette away and pours her alchohol onto me, burning my cuts and scraps to which I gasp and hold my breath. I hear my father and brother laugh and my mothers heals walk away out the door. I lay on my cold cement bedroom floor and shiver. My body starts to go numb as I lay there bleeding out. My father grabs my by the hair and lifts me up, throwing me onto my blanket. My vision starts to blur as I hear my father mumble something to my brother. I hear more men come into my bedroom and quite laughter.

My vision gets darker and I become more and more numb, as if my soul is leaving my body, which wouldn't be such a bad thing, considering I'd rather be anywhere else than here.

I feel sweaty, clammy hands grabbing me, and a single tear slide down my cheek as I'm slowly drifting away from this awful, cruel world.

I hope that this time, my father has mercy and let's me die this time. But I know, he would still try, just to make me suffer more, I am their entertainment.

The last thought I had was about my life, and why had god given me life when this is what itd be? Was there even a god? Is there anything after death? Would I at least forget about everything and sleep for all eternity?

Yes... sleep... sleep sounds.... so nice...

Closing my eyes and feeling a weight lifting off of my chest as I, for the first time, leave my room and am greeted with the calm darkness, that swallows my soul whole.

If this is it, I swear on my children's life, I will do everything in my power to come back and end these peoples lives. I swear it.