Finally yours.

Chapter fourty - four

15th of April..

"Oh Y/n dear..you look well" My dad commented opening his arms in attempt for me to hug him.

"I have a question" I shot "How do I know, as long as you get what you need from me you'll leave my friends alone.." I remarked. He let a smirk grow on his face and came closer.

"Because if anything were to happen to your dear friends, you wouldn't cooperate dear" His deep, pathetic voice crawled around the air taking a blind eye to the years of abuse I endured in his care.

"Come on its getting cold" I sadly trailed behind him letting him talk because I didn't have anything to say. He had a rusty red Ford, that squeaked and roared. However the stability of his car wasn't what shook me, it was the weapon cradled in his side door. A gun, I'm not an expert but from what police shoes have taught me it looked like a pistol.

I knew he was dangerous and was unsure why I was so shocked he obtained illegal contraband. Now I know he meant business and if I hadn't of came, I'd I called his bluff he could have seriously hurt somebody.

"Where are we going?" I managed to say through all the emotions crumbling inside of me. Years of trauma lead to my freedom but what was it for if only to go back to the shit faced man willingly.

"Well first I want the money you owe" He sped up probably making his way to the nearest ATM. "Then you'll be staying with me" he said so camly as if he wasn't affected as if he didn't feel any resentment or anger at the moment. "You remember the gang don't you Y/n?" I realised why his smirk grew and my heart sank. George wasn't aware of our fathers friends I'm not sure he even knew he had any.

My dad had few friends That I would refer to them as manipulated fools but they were all extremely disgusting. Marvin Lanux, was around six feet tall and had a beard longer than my forearm when I last saw him. Dad and him met at a bar after his wife disappeared. I'd heard the story only millions of times. He assisted my dad in many things, and took it upon himself to leave his own marks. Nothing sexual.

Then there was Sarah Smith, around five foot- two ,blonde she envied  my mum and to be fair Sarah was nice to begin with but ended up feeling the same as my dad did. She only ever used her hand to harm her, but always immediately apologised after, leading to this continuing cycle of her saying she wasn't like that and she would change. A tree would have known better

Lastly there was Mike Reed, brunette and quite tall..but considerably my least favourite of them all. He would have often claimed me as his property which led to arguments with the ground and on occasion tried touching me but never got anywhere as thankfully my dad caught him often doing so which lead to their friendships end.

But apparently they're friends again. And I for one wasn't excited for this reunion. "So tell me how's my son doing?" Paul excitedly asked

(TW: Homophobia)

"He's not your son" I spat refusing his eye contact "I do suppose your right..I heard he likes men, god what a fucking priss" He smiled "Oh shut it, George is happy and look at you, your a fucking pest you're so hung up on a family that don't want you. Your nothing more than a druggie begging me for money. Learn to be independent" his hand was whacked over my face and I suppose he was doing anything to try and hurt me. But with force my eyes met his and he spat at me not liking the words I'd used.

"Get a life" He said, I didn't want to retaliate. He scared me wether he had a gun or pillow. He scared me. A lot was hitting me I had no time to process as he forced me out to grab him money.

I grabbed A few thousand to keep him quiet.

(TW: Slur?)

"Awe who's this?" My dad coo'ed forgetting what had just happened. It was a photo of me and Clay, George took it while we were mid flour fight. He grabbed another a picture Technoblade took while Nick was proposing. "You whore, married at what fifteen??" He what? I grabbed my bag and handed him the money.

"I'm nineteen actually" I corrected "still too young to get married" he repeated.

The rest of the car ride to my new home was silent. The small creek from the car but silence.

His home was rundown almost it's what you'd imagine four druggies live in. "Oh Y/n love beautiful as ever" One of his friends greeted. I took my bag as my dads tight grip on my arm sunk in drawing a small amount of blood. The strong smell of weed was wavering around their house but I didn't see much other than the damp cold room he threw me into. It didn't have any windows but it did have a bed.

I set my bag down looking at the few Polaroids I had. Crying harshly at my new state. How Id fallen so quickly so far all at the cost of my father.

"Oh honey" a woman coo'ed she reached for me to console but knowing how it would end with Sarah I scrambled to the corner. It was as if she was mocking me, "your boyfriend he's quite cute,"

"Hot actaully" she stated

"Wouldn't you just love to kiss his—" She taunted "stop it" I said "stop it" I repeated as she continued. This woman scared me. I could sense her anger towards me. "Awh cmon..it's just a little fun"  she played , her eyes poured sour. "Your a whore" she spat "can you fucking leave?" I regretted what I said as she punched my throat leaving me literally breathless.

My head hurt it pounded my body ached. I lay on the beaten mattress hoping someone would come. George will be here soon I told myself knowing he would as soon as he read his letter.

But that never came. I didn't have an idea of the date or time. I was fed rations and hardly slept at the thought of what would've happen if I did. The feeling of being scared, wasn't nice. But being trapped was worse. I guess some would say I put myself in this situation and I did,

I believe George will pull through. He's my brother he has to.