My Darling

Chapter 2

TW: Abuse, drinking, cutting

Y/N POV:

I yawn as I stretch my limbs. I look around and realize I'm not at my house. What- then it hit me. Danny.

I smile and roll out of bed. I walk to the bathroom in my room and look in the mirror. I fix my hair as needed and walked to the kitchen.

Danny and Arny were around the stove making something, Brandon was on his phone scrolling through tiktok at the island.

"Good morning Y/N." Brandon says, "Morning." I say. I walk over to the island and sit next to Brandon. I set my head on the counter. "You ok, Y/N?" Arny asks sweetly, I nod. "You sure?" Arny asks, you nod again. "Alright..." He says, I know he doesn't believe me but I wasn't in the mood to explain the whole 'family ordeal' with them just yet.

I walk back to my room and flop onto my bed. I check my phone and see dozens of missed calls from my sister and dad.

I blocked their numbers and turned off my phone. I stared at your ceiling. A flashback suddenly came to me.

"You shouldn't eat that cupcake dear, you look... bigger." My sister said, I glared at her, tired. I looked at the cupcake. I sighed knowing she was right.

"She does look bigger, a lot." My drunken father said, I had caught yourself between one of your parents' fights. "WE NEVER WANTED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE!" My sister yelled at my father, "I NEVER WANTED KIDS!" My father yelled back,

My eyes had tears in them by now. My father slapped me across the face. I cried out in pain. My father kicked you im the ribs, "Go to your room. We don't need you." He uttered in an eerily calm voice.

I ran to my room and slammed the door. I slid down it letting the tears fall freely from my eyes.

I teared up at the flashback. I wiped a stray tear and walked to your bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror.

I lift my shirt up and stare at my stomach. I know deep down I'm are fine, but there are voices yelling at me in my brain telling me that I'm 'fatter'. I look at all the scars on my stomach.

My hand brushes over a few of them.

I feel tears fall from your eyes. I were too busy to focus on the tears though. I don't know how long I stood there staring at my stomach with tears falling constantly out of my eyes, but my guess was at least 30 minutes.

I zoned back in as my bedroom door was being pick locked by someone. I quickly flip my shirt back down, wiping my tears and wandering back to my room.

The three men burst through my room. "Y/N, are you ok?" Arny asks, "Yeah, I'm fine." I lie. My arms are crossed in front of my stomach, Danny sighs, "I don't know what you've gone through, but if you could please tell us so we can help you." Danny says gently, I sniffle and nod.

I sit on the bed and scoot towards the headboard, gesturing for them to sit on the bed. They all sit on the bed, I sigh and explain my story. "Ever since I was 6 my parents would abuse me, verbally, physically, mentally, pretty much any way they could, they did. They would shove me down flights of stairs, throw bottles at me. One day when I was around 13 I couldn't handle it and tried killing myself. It failed, but when I woke up my parents were fighting in my hospital room, I heard them saying how I should've succeeded, I couldn't agree with them more. I still believe that attempt should've worked. Then after we go home from the hospital, I grabbed a razor from a pencil sharpener and cut myself with it." I told them.

I roll up my sleeves and lift my shirt to reveal my stomach. All three of them look at me with sympathy, their eyes immediately flicking to the scars. I felt their fingers trace over the scars, their touch-feather light.