MARCUS ABBOTT X READER // A QUIET PLACE 2

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⚠️TW TALK OF ABUSE⚠️
*Y/n pov*
I had all these thoughts going through my head... why the fuck was i here. what did he want? i still have scars from that shit... all these painful memories fled through my mind. Where was marcus? Shit... how did he find us? Our house was hidden. "damnit." I mumbled. Suddenly he walked back in the room. My father. Although he never has been a dad to me and my siblings... he looks the same. How did he get out of jail? I thought he was... well- dead. "So... boyfriend?" He said with a devious smirk. I just stared at him with a slightly angry expression. I kept my chin up though. This may be painful but if I show weakness it'll be over.
"Does he know who you really are." He emphasized the really part. "Ya know the girl who was stupid... the one who is like her mother. Talks too much. Oh and what about the 'incident' he doesn't know does he" my father said he had the same facial expression.
He wanted to ruin my life. "Why do you care?" I said. "And what do you want?" His expression changed by my words. The one expression that made my body fill with fear every time. It was his look. THE look.
I knew there was no one to protect me. No police. No one to throw him in jail. We both knew he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it.
"So still have that attitude problem I see" he said with an annoyed expression. "We will fix that later... I promise." He paused
"but for now. Let's get to business. Your boyfriend. Does he know?" He asked coldly. "No. And again why does it matter" I said. "He's too kind for you. He needs to know. Especially about your incident."
My father said walking out of the room. He nodded at one of the men in the hallway causing them to quickly close the door. I was alone again. Fuck. The painful memories of the 'incident' played through my mind I started to have a panick attack.
But I calmed myself down. But I was still hurt tears started forming in my eyes. It was the worst day of my life.
So. The incident. My father used to use this against me all the time.
I never told anyone about it. Not even jack. He was too young I promised to tell him when he was old enough. But ya know... anyways.
I never told anyone because I knew no one would believe me. And it really didn't matter after 2 years cause he died. The man that cause the incident passed. But it
especially didn't matter since my father covered it and remained on good terms with the man. Which was never a surprise because my father abused me.
And my siblings but not my older brother as much. He had respect for my older brother but me and my little sister on the other hand looked and acted like our mother.
She was a kind person before she passed away.

⚠️TW TALK OF SEXUAL ASSAULT⚠️

*marcus pov*
Her father entered the room again. I could tell now he wasn't a good man based off his vibe and how all the men obeyed his every request.
He approached me and nodded to the guards in the corner of the room. They walked out shutting the door behind them.
He pulled a chair in-front of me and sat. "So. Do you know about y/n's incident" he began. "I'm sorry?" I said. What incident was he taking about. "Well y/n was a horrible kid. She liked to accuse people of things they didn't do. She was a story teller I guess you could say."
He had the fakest sad look ever. I could tell. He's horrible at acting. "When she was 9... I had her uncle babysit her. Her uncle is an amazing man he wouldn't hurt a fly." He started I just sat there looking at him no expression. Just listening.
"Y/n decided to make a story. I came home and they were watching tv. She looked unsettled but in a fake way. A 'Dramatic' way..." he emphasized the dramatic.
"My brother he left said his goodbyes and I sat down on the couch next to
y/n. She then spoke..."

*flash back/ your dads pov*
"Dad... I don't want uncle to babysit me anymore." My daughter spoke. This confused me. "Why?" She is so dramatic. "He- he... um... he touched me. And h- he hurt me." She said shaken up. "You better stop it with these stories right now!" I stood up yelling. She looked frightened. Always so dramatic. "IM DONE WITH THIS." I yelled storming out of the room.
*end of flashback*
*marcys pov*
"I calmly told her 'you can't make up such things...' and went upstairs..." he said with an even sadder expression. Wtf is wrong with him. His daughter told him something serious and he brushed it off. Wow.
"So I did what any father would do and taught her that she is better than that. But she continued telling stories." He said he looked at me seriously with a furrowed eyebrows. "I just thought you should know that you don't really know her."
He said and walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him. What the actual fuck. Poor y/n... I wish I could have been there to help her... she was only 9 and god knows how long her uncle continued that. I need to focus right now on getting us out of here. Her dad is an idiot he didn't shake us out for weapons.
And I keep a pocket knife in my back pocket. So while he was talking I was cutting the rope.
I walked over to the window, that idiot didn't even lock them. I chuckled to myself at his stupidity and opened the window. There was a roof outside of it. It was the roof the the balcony I ducked down and shut the window. I started crawling to the other window. And peeped inside. There she was
y/n! But she looked scared and upset. Like she was reliving childhood trauma.
I opened the window and her head bolted towards me. I put a finger up the my mouth signaling for her to be quiet. "Im gonna get us out" I signed. She nodded and smiled. But I could still see the hurt in her eyes. I cut the ropes carefully so I didn't cut her. She stood up. But as we were going to the window the door opened, the short and tall guy. We looked at them shocked. But they just smiled. "Go!" The tall one mouthed. I smiled as they shut the door. Me and y/n carefully climbed out and I shut the window. We aren't stupid like those people on tv. if you leave the window open it's obvious that we left through the window. And we aren't idiots like her dad so.
(A/N: YOU AND MARCUS ARENT IDIOTS LIKE THOSE PEOPLE ON TV PERIODTTT!!)