Breaking (Number 5 x reader)

Chapter 9

Key:

Y/N - Your name

N/N - Nickname

Your P.O.V.

When I came down the stairs, running down them two at a time, I heard Vanya call out, "Hello?" Shit, Vanya didn't know about the shooter. I jumped down almost 10 steps, lightly twisting my ankle. I slightly grimaced at the pain but continued running. "Guys? Is everyone okay," continued Vanya. "Hello? Guys," continued Vanya. Just as I came down the stairs I saw her turn into the living room. I ran to see Vanya being attacked by a weapon. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY," I yelled as I jumped onto the big dude's shoulder. He growled and pushed me off, making me fly off of him and go hurtling onto a table next to Vanya. Panic started building up in me. Sweat started pooling in my palms as anxiety washed over me. "Hey asshole," called Luther making the masked man turn around and start fighting him instead. "Y/N sweetie, are you okay," asked Vanya, looking at me with agitation. "Not really," I replied, feeling some blood trickle down my forehead and my neck. It was the same place where Klaus had hit me, just some time back. "Sweetie, come with me," said Vanya, dragging me with her behind a wall. I groaned a little at my hurt ankle, but followed after her and hid. The adrenaline coursing through my veins kept the panic at bay. "Vanya," asked Luther before I heard more thumping. I winced slightly at the noises of the fight, the adrenaline wearing off a little.

A few moments later, I heard Allison yell, "Luther! Come on Luther get up!" I heard a few groans before Diego remarked, "You gotta cut down on the fast food, soldier."  "Out of the way," yelled Luther over the sound of chains clanking. There was a big crash and the sound of glass breaking echoed through the room as Allison called out Luther's name. A minute went by before I heard Diego say, "Oh shit." I hated Luther a lot, but I really did not want him dead. Fearing the worst, I came out from the hiding space. There, I saw Luther, his shirt ripped off and fur growing everywhere on his huge torso. He looked like a half-ape. Luther looked around at all of us for a few moments before running up the stairs. Allison walked up to us, her eyes laced with concern when she looked at the probably huge bleeding gash on my forehead. "Did you know,"  asked Vanya, looking between Allison and me. I felt a wave of jealousy overtake me, but I ignored it, looking at Allison for a response. "No," replied Allison, turning to Vanya, eyes flitting back to me. "Shit, mom," said Diego, running up the stairs after we all heard her humming. We then went to the living room. "I'll get some ice and bandaids for those wounds," said Allison, pointing at me and Vanya. 

"Are you okay, sweetie," asked Vanya as soon as Allison left the room. "A little shook up, but the adrenaline kept the panic at bay, and then Luther's news just kind of made me forget about it," I replied truthfully. "Sweetie, that is bleeding a lot," said Vanya, pointing at my head. "Oh, it's nothing. Head wounds just bleed a lot more," I replied, ignoring the stinging on my forehead. After a bit of silence, Allison walked in. "Who were those people," asked Vanya as Allison handed her an ice pack. She held the other ice pack to my head and answered, "I don't know. But we're lucky to be alive. She continued holding the ice pack to my head as used the ice pack on her own gash. She winced a little, which made me ask, "Mom, are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded and said, "Yes sweetie, don't worry about me." "Thanks, Allie," I said, just as Diego walked into the room and started pacing around, his breath shaky. "Diego," asked Allison, concerned for her adopted brother. "What are you still doing here," asked Diego with tears in his eyes, glaring at me and Vanya. "I'm just trying to help," replied Vanya honestly. "No, you could've been killed! Or gotten any of us killed! You could have gotten your daughter killed," yelled Diego angrily, pointing at her and then me. "They are a liability," continued Diego, now facing Allison. "Allison," said Vanya softly, a little hurt.

Allison looked down before saying, "I think what he is trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous. You're just--." "Not like you," interrupted Vanya, looking downcast. I felt waves of loneliness, anger, and sadness wash over me. I couldn't differentiate between my own emotions and the foreign feeling ones as they all swirled together into a big mush of negative emotions. "Let's go, sweetie," said Vanya, grabbing my hand and taking me away. "No, that's not what I--," said Allison as she followed us out of the room. "Vanya, wait," called Allison, stopping. "Let her go. It's for the best," I vaguely heard Diego say, making me boil in anger. "Mom, wait a minute," I said, wanting to go and punch Diego in the face. "Y/N WE ARE LEAVING NOW OR YOU ARE STAYING HERE," Vanya yelled. The yelling hurt me, and reminded me so much of the way my dad spoke to me."WELL, I GUESS I AM STAYING HERE TO GIVE DIEGO A PIECE OF MY MIND," I angrily responded, feeling betrayed, before yanking my hand out of hers and marching to where Diego was. "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY MOM THAT WAY? DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME," I yelled. 

"Your mom is putting herself in danger. We are in danger trying to protect her. I am doing this for her own good," replied Diego. There was a broken look in his eyes. I snapped out of my fit of rage. I understood his point of view. He just wanted to keep her safe. I mean, sure, he was very mean about it, but he had a valid reason. I sighed and then said, "Sorry for yelling at you. You're older than me, and I should respect that." He just shrugged, got up, and left the house. A few minutes later, I ran out of the place towards the front door and looked outside the house. True to her word, Vanya had left. "Hey Allie, can I stay here for the night, again," I asked her. "Yeah, sure... take any room, N/N," replied Allison, a little distracted, probably by Luther's condition. "Ok, thanks," I replied, going to Five's room. I lay down, the warmth of the blanket quickly putting me to sleep.