Reserved Feelings (Spain x Shy! Abused! Reader)

Just Another Day

Reserved Feelings (Spain x Shy!Abused!Reader) 3

(s/c) = Skin color
(h/c) = hair color
(f/c) = favorite color
(Y/N) = Your name
(f/cereal) = favorite cereal
(f/s) = favorite song

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Your eyes opened and squinted as light flooded into them. You sat up, wincing, and touched a hand to your throbbing head. You checked the alarm clock next to you on your nightstand. It read 12:21 P.M. 

"Nhhhhhh....." You groaned. It came as no surprise to you that you had woken up this late. This had happened to you quite a few times, so you knew the drill. You un-bandaged your cuts and put a hand to your bruised ribs. Although you were taking the shallowest of breaths, it still hurt like heck to even move. 'Everything looks and feels worse the second day....' You mentally reminded yourself. This wasn't the worst incident, although it seemed like it. In the first years of your step-father's arrival, he had broken your arm in two different places, cracked three of your ribs, and had stabbed you very deeply in your abdomen. One time, he had even gone as far as to push you down the stairs, where you fractured your wrist and busted your head and bottom lip, and then he called you a klutz. You didn't hate him, despite his cruel abuse and his insults. You just wished that he wasn't there.

You sighed and used most of your energy trying to slowly get out of your bed and into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror at yourself. You gasped. This 'thing' looked nothing like you. You had bloody red cuts all over your arms, legs, forehead, and one on your lip. You had multiple bruises, the worst one blooming on your soft (s/c) cheek. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but immediately forced them away. You wouldn't cry that day. 'You cried enough yesterday, (Y/N). No more tears.' You thought to yourself.

You sighed yet again and re-bandaged yourself with fresh, white, cotton cloth. You pulled your (h/c) hair back from your face and changed into a (f/c) tank top and some black shorts that ended at your mid-thighs. Thankfully, your step-father wasn't going to be around that day because of his job. Which meant that you had a day of peace and relaxation. Violence, you knew. would only make the wounds worse.

You slowly and painfully made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Your mother wasn't going to be there that day either. She announced, the morning before, that she was going to visit a friend that day. You were actually glad, that for once she wasn't around for you to have to try and explain the dark marks blooming on your skin. You hated the crazy look that she always gave you when you told her that it was her oh-so-innocent husband. So instead of telling the truth, you thought up lies to tell her. She never believed any of those either. To be honest, your mom was pretty annoying and skeptical, and she was a terrible mother.
You took out your favorite cereal, (f/cereal), poured it in a bowl and added milk, and started eating. There was no way you were eating any sort of lunch. All of it had to be cooked, and you knew you wouldn't be able to cook anything decent with the state you were in.  As you started eating it, you noticed that the sky was cloudy outside, which meant that it was probably a lot cooler that day. 'Maybe I'll go out there later today if I'm feeling up to it.....' You thought silently. You put your bowl in the sink and washed the dishes. After putting the dishwasher on, you slipped on your (f/c) ear buds. Listening to music was one of your favorite things to do, besides (hobby) and (hobby).

As you were waiting for the dishwasher to finish cleaning the dishes, you wiped off the table and kitchen counters. You used Windex to clean the windows that needed, very much, to be wiped down. You heard the dishwasher go off and you put the rag you were using to clean the windows into the utility room. You put up all of the dishes, looked around, and sighed. "Now what.....?" 

~~~Time skip of doing nothing for three hours~~~

You looked at your watch and sighed. 'Hmmm....it's 4:38,' You thought. You looked through one of the newly-cleaned windows.

 "Hmmm" You said. The sky had gotten darker but the clouds were still there. 'It must feel great out there.....' You thought longingly. You stood up from the couch. You decided to go outside for a bit and relish the feeling of the cool air on your skin without your jacket on. 'No one's out there, so I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me.' You thought, looking down at your more-revealing-than-usual clothes. You were wearing a modest grey tank-top and some (f/c) shorts that ended at your mid-thighs.

You walked outside and sat on the railing of your porch. You smiled and leaned back a bit, loving the feeling of the fresh, cool air on your (s/c) skin. Little did you know that someone was watching you. Someone nearer than you thought that they could ever be. Someone that you least-wanted to figure out what happened to you yesterday.