Reserved Feelings (Spain x Shy! Abused! Reader)

Discovering The Worst

Reserved Feelings (Spain x Shy!Abused!Reader) 4

Translation:
Mis ojos = my eyes
Mi tomate = my tomato
Chica = girl 

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*Warning: more violence because your step-dad is a hoser and a git. Sorry he's so aggressive....*

You looked around at your yard. The afternoon was so peaceful. You could hear the birds chirping softly and the insects starting their chorus of music as well. You checked your watch and remembered that your step-father said that he would be coming home at 5:00, no more no less. The time read 4:54. You slid off of the railing, wincing, and went into your house.

~~~~~~~Toni's POV~~~~~~

I stared wide-eyed at the girl who I thought was (Y/N), sitting on her porch railing. I had been taking a walk to visit my grandmother who lived in this neighborhood, when she just happened to catch mis ojos. Mi tomate had bruises and cuts all over, she wasn't wearing a jacket or or anything, and her (h/l), (h/c) was pulled back into a pony tail. To be honest, the only thing that branded her as being (Y/N) was her smile. The one that obviously screamed that she was hurting, but was able to find bliss in something so simple. The smile that told me that she was used to the dark marks etched into her beautiful (s/c) skin.

A feeling of disgust filled the pit of my stomach and I had to turn my eyes away. How could something so cruel be done to my poor chica?! I clenched my fists. I felt the anger and disgust building stronger as she slid down from the railing, wincing as she lowered herself down. She wrapped an arm around her waist and walked inside, shutting the door, a grimace scarring her beautiful face. So that was why she was gone from school that day.... She had done this before, but I had no clue that it was for a reason as horrible as that....

For a while I just stood there, trying to make sense of what I had just seen. I stood there for what seemed like hours, trying to find that one piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, when all of the sudden, it walked right in front of my eyes.

The man with dark black hair and black eyes dragged his feet carelessly along the sidewalk leading to the house. Hanging loosely in his hand was a bottle of some alcoholic beverage that I couldn't clearly see the label of. He threw it on the ground roughly and violently, his face twisting ino a scowl. I wondered what he was looking at until I saw the front door cracked open. He strided inside the house, slamming the door. 

For a minute, all I heard was silence. After that, I heard someone screaming and a couple of loud crashes, and before I knew what was happening or even what I was doing, I found my feet pounding against the road and set on course for (Y/N)'s front door.

~~~~~Back to your POV~~~~~

You screamed as his fist met your face. You were so worried about getting inside that you didn't notice that the door didn't close fully, although you had really thought you had closed it when you walked back inside.
"THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!!!" He yelled at you. He grabbed you by your hair and flung you into the table, making it crash to the ground. His heavy boot collided with your ribs, knocking the air out of your lungs. You knew your body wouldn't be able to take much more of his cruel abuse.

"P-please.......s-stop........" You pleaded to him, your (e/c) eyes wide with fear. You felt his foot crash into your ribs harder and more violently, as if to answer to your question. You coughed up blood and watched it stain the floor.

"Oh, you're bleeding~? Do you want more~?" You heard him taunt. He grabbed you by your hair, again, and flung you into a vase, sending both it and you crashing to the ground. He kicked you again in the ribs. Your vision blacked out for a second, as you heard a loud crack, and then it came back hazy. You screamed, tears pouring out of your eyes. You looked up to see his glaring black eyes stare into your (e/c) ones, with an evil smirk plastered onto his face.

"Goodnight, little whore~." He whispered. That was the last thing you heard and saw as his boot collided with your head, knocking your vision into complete and utter darkness.