Locked In; A Tmnt Street Punks x Reader FanFic

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I stumble into my room and close the door, careful to leave a gap.

I collapse into my old mattress. The impact forms clouds of dust in the air.

I don't think about how uncomfortable the mattress is.

I don't think about how much dust is it.

I don't even think about the rat scurrying out of my room through the gap in the door.

Swift almost kissed me...

I almost kissed Swift...

We almost kissed each other.

My face burns with heat worse than any common embarrassment. It's not the fact we almost kissed.

It's the fact that I did nothing to stop it.

Swift has never been my favorite turtle. He always had a way of twisting things, never really being completely honest, playing mind games. It reminds me too much of how long I was locked up at home.

I'm not completely free now but I have more company. And M.C was willing to sneak me out. I've made friends.

It's not too different, but it's better. And I hate myself for thinking this, especially when I know my dad will never stop searching for me.

If he did take me back, would I ever see my friends again? Will he even let me out?

Let me out...

Me out...

Make out.

Swift...

Shiz.

I groan into my pillow, annoyed with myself for thinking about Swift and his stupid face.

Someone knocks on my door. My heart jumps in my chest.

I'm too scared to even respond. I'm not mentally ready for confrontation yet! I don't know what I would do if it was Swift.

What would he do? Apologize? Laugh it off? Finish what we started?

My cheeks burn at the last option.

Dang, it!

The door knocks again, slowly tilting open this time.

Please don't be swift. Please don't be swift. Please don't be Swift. Please don't be swift.

"Y/N?"

It's Ghost.

I let out a deep sigh of relief and fall into bed again, less anxious than before.

"Don't come in!" I groan.

He sounds annoyed. "Why?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Just because."

"You sound extremely stupid." He says. His shadow shifts outside the door.

I turn on my back. "You'll never understand the pain and suffering I go through on the regular basis. The despair. The excruciating mental-"

"Pfft, drama queen."

I sit up. "Excuse me?"

"Rebel says you should come out for dinner." He says instead.

The idea of sitting there makes my stomach churn. I can't stay there with Swift around.

"I'm not hungry. Only despair can truly feed me." I take Ghosts' purple blankets that he gave me and toss them over my body, covering it entirely. My stomach growls, but no amount of hunger will make me leave this room.