Unfortunate (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 3 - Mum

●third POV●
- nightmare, 9 years ago-

"NO DADDY PLEASE IM SORRY!"  The little 12  year old girl screamed at her father.

Y/n had gotten her first period a couple days ago and when her father found out, he was not at all pleased.

Her father raised his hand and brang it down to slap the little girl across the face, flinging her to the bathroom wall. She screamed and held her head as she crashed into the wall.

Her father screamed at her, though the little girl didn't hear any of it, she only could only hear the ringing in her ears.

The little girls hearing started to come back as she hears her father call for her older brother. Tears fell down the little girls face as she could  hear her brother come in and her father leave.

She curls into a ball trying to hide her small, naked body from her brother. She heard what sounded to be pants being undone and drop to the floor. She looks up in fear and her brother reached out to grab her-

~Dream End~

●Y/n POV●

I jolt up and scream, closing my eyes, holding my hands in my head. I feel tears running down my face. My body starts to shake and my hands travel to my hair, but instead find my small cat ears on top of my head to grip onto instead. I grab them and start pulling on them. I scream in rage and feel my blood boil.

What did I do wrong? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG? I was a fucking CHILD! I've never done anything remotely bad in my ENTIRE EXISTENCE! God sentenced me to hell, FOR WHAT?! WHY DOES EVERYONE FUCKING HATE ME?!

I feel my body start to shake as I hyperventilate and start ripping at my ears.

•Rosie's POV•

"How may I help you today sir?" I speak kindly to a customer.

"I need a suit for a business meeting, my budget's $2500. Got anything within that price range?" The gentleman says with a blank expression.

"Yes, yes! The suits are right this wa-" I'm interrupted by a loud ear pricing scream from upstairs, making us both jump a little.

"Oh you must excuse me for a minute, I'll send in one of my girls to help you look for a suit and check out" I say quickly and politely.

I turn and stride to the staff room keeping my posture and my hands clasped behind my back. But as soon as I'm out of sight I quickly make my way upstairs and into my apartment above my shop.

When I get into my apartment I run towards the guest room where I had put the girl. I see her sitting in bed, hands gripping at her cat-like ears, head down, tail curled around her small form, and body shaking.

Sighing I gather myself back together and walk slowly towards the small women. I slowly sit on the end of the bed and watch her tears fall to the bed.

Struggling to find the right words I try to calm her "miss, would you like some tea? Or coffee perhaps?" I speak softly.

The women gets startled by my presence and looks up at me, her e/c cat-like eyes dull and a little red and puffy from crying. Her h/l h/c hair a tatted mess and grey cat ears a little body from her tearing at them.

I see the women take a breath of air and release it. "Y-yes.... tea would be nice... thank you miss.." she mumbles, but loud enough for me to hear.

Smiling at her I nod my head politely and leave her in her room. I leave the women's door open incase she would like to follow, which surprisingly she did. She follows me into my kitchen then sits herself at the kitchen table.

Making the tea I ask her how many surgars and how much cream. She tells me 2 sugars and then tells me she doesn't know what cream is but she will take a small amount of milk. I laugh a bit then get the milk out and mix the tea.

I hand her the tea and she looks at it inspecting it, as if I'd poison it. I mean I will not lie and say I have never put poison in a drink, but I find this girl rather interesting, itd be a shame to kill her off now.

I sit beside the girl at the table and fold my hands watching her take a sip of the tea. She sighs and takes another sip, then sets it down on the table.

She looks back to me, fiddling with her claws.

I chuckle at her nervous behavior and start speaking to her. "So my dear, you never did tell me your name, in fact, I know almost nothing about you."

I watch her take a deep breathe. "M-my name... its y/n I believe... at least that's what I was called by my mother..." she shakes a little and I see in the corner of my eye her tail wrapping itself around her leg.

"I-I dont know much about myself honestly... I've... I've never left my room s-so I dont even know anything... I do like reading though! Brother would sometimes bring me books to read! That's the only thing I was allowed to do...." she gets excited talking about books and reading.

I give her a confused look but smile nonetheless.

Deciding to ask her what her past is like to get to know my guest more, I turn to her completely and look her in her e/c cat eyes.

"Y/n, can you tell me about your past? I want to finguer out what brang you to hell. And no offence my dear, but what you have told me so far, is rather alarming. But if you do not want to tell me, that is understandable. Most demons here in hell do not wish to speak of their life on earth."

I see a tear slowly fall down her face but she smiles.

"Then I guess I'd have to start from the very beginning then..."

•Y/n's POV•

"My mother and father always wanted boys, because where I lived men make all the money, women are nothing but material. My mother had my brother at age 15 and my father soon married her. After that she kept having miscarriages. 4 years later my mother got pregnant with me. My father was a doctor by then so they could tell what I was. When they found out I was a girl they decided to keep me, but not because they cared or loved me... I was to be my family's sex slave." I sob a little and wipe away my tears, continuing "As soon as I was born I was molested by my family... my brother was the only one that seemingly cared for me. He never precipitated in hurting me. That changed when I was 5, my mother and father made him hurt me while everyone watched me get hurt. He would still bring me water and food, as well as books to keep me entertained, but he would start hurting me, but I loved him... I still love him... he was the only one I trust that still hurt me... At age 6 I got my first period and my father beat me continuously, he then called in my brother to hurt me aswell, but some part of me loved that he did that to me, he wasnt as rough as everyone else, he was the only one to seemingly care about me. At age 7 I got pregnant but ended up having a miscarriage. I would keep having miscarriages until age 15 when I had my first baby girl... I was made to watch as my family members molested her and kill her... after that I had 1 more girl and 2 boys. My boys I never got to see, my father took them away as soon as I gave birth to them... I died at 19 because my mother raped me with a pole and I bleed out. It was family night and I guess they decided to go to far this time... that's not even the worst part... as my vision was going black I seen more men come in so I can only imagine what they did to my corpse...." I'm sniffing and trying to get the snot and tears off my face.

I look up to the lady and see she looks shocked, mad, and very upset. She suddenly stands up wrapping me in a tight hug. I feel myself start shaking and I hug her back sobbing and screaming.

She runs my back careful not to hurt me with her claws and she tries to soothe me.

"Shhhhhhhh it's ok Y/n, mum is here and I'm not going anywhere... I promise to never let any filthy men or women touch you.... you have my word" she says softly to me.

I hug her tighter and lay my head on her chest, snuggling into her.

Mum.... I-I.. I have a mum...