[Unfinished.] 'Till Death Do Us Part __ Tubbo X MALE Reader

18: Never.

TW!! YUP. ITS YOUR DAD.
[VOILENCE, FACIAL DYSPHORIA]

Me and the readers off to kill the dad in this story: 🔫💃🔪💃💨

Your POV

My dad punched me in the eye.
It stings...it hurts.

I check the bathroom mirror and look at myself. My left eye is complete swollen and purple, i can't open it well and I'm squinting. I feel tears pour out of the purple eye. All because I was busy hanging out with my friends, and wasn't around to do his dirty work. He got pissed and attacked me. Then angrily got his things and ran out the door.

I sighed, and looked at myself in the mirror again. The longer i looked, the more my view morphed, it probably had to do with my eye. The longer i stared at my self the more weak, sad, and pathetic i looked. Scruffy and messy, tired and rude, cold and secretive, ugly and unworthy. "You're not worth it" It said. "Your useless" It said.

"You'll always be alone." It said.
Within a second i screamed and slammed my fist again the mirror, causing it to shatter, as the shards dug into my hand. I hissed in pain as i clenched my hand in pure agony. My breathing was heavy and uneven, i couldn't breath, I was choking on the thick, intoxicating, atmosphere. I fell to my knees as the pain started to blur, almost minimize.

I felt genuine tears fall down my cheeks and drop onto the open cuts left on my hand. I let out an aggressive sigh, stood up, and grabbed a safety kit from the bathroom drawers. I walked out of the room, avoiding the glass shard on the floor, and sit down on my desk to tend to my wounds. This isn't the first time I've been given a black eye by my dad, but it is the first time I've broken a mirror with my bare fist, I was almost impressed with myself.

I reluctantly pulled out the glass shards out of my hands, luckily they weren't too deep, but they still bled a fair amount. I put antiseptic cream over the wounds, and let it set. My attention moved to my eye. I worried for a second, scared i wouldnt be able to hide it. Until i remembered the eye bandage patch in the kit. I dug it out from the bottom, and saw if it covered my entire bruise, which thankfully, it did.

I cleaned it up, then placed it over my eye. I looked like those mysterious, emo characters from movies, and with the plasters and bandages wrapped around my hand, i laughed to myself a bit. My laugh slowed down to a frown.

I can't hide this forever.

They're gonna have to know someday.

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The next day I went to school wearing a fingerless glove over my bandages, and a hoodie to bring attention away from my face. But unfortunately, when you've got friends who love and care for you so much, they notice things about you quickly. When teachers asked, i said i fell off my skateboard and smacked my eye on the concrete, and they believed it. Tommy and Mark believed it, but showed signs of suspicion, but they shrugged it off.

Toby however, was a different case.

"Babe...are you sure its nothing?" He asked me, while doing our history work. "Yes Bee, Its nothing! Just tried learning how to skate and it went wrong," I chuckled. "[Y/N] can i see your eye?" He questioned. I tensed up, if he saw it he knew it wouldn't be what i told him. He knew i was lying. "N-not right now, we're in class," I mumbled. "[Y/N] you're stuttering im just worried-" "ITS FINE!" I snapped.

My heart dropped when i realised the way i spoke to him. I looked at his face. He looked so hurt, and so scared. Guilt was the the only emotion left in me. His eyes started to water, i couldnt utter a word. He wiped his eyes, and asked to be excused from class for a moment. I quickly went after him without asking.

"Toby!" I called out behind him. He kept walking and faster. I met up with him and held onto his wrist. "Toby let me explain-" he slapped my already injured hand away, the pain coming back. "Let you explain what! That I'm pestering you?! That I'm worried?! I'm scared [Y/N]! I'm scared for you! This isnt the first time you've come to school with bandages!" He cried in the hollow hallways. I grit my teeth at the pain from my hands, and at his tone, the way he cried to me.

"But you don't wanna tell me anything! Relationships rely on trust [Y/N]! And you don't even trust me! YOU'RE JUST BEING SELFISH AND SECRETIVE!" He yelled. He was crying. He was upset. And it was all my fault. "Toby please... im sorry for shutting you out-" "I'M SORRY TOO! I'M SORRY I'M NOT TRUST WORTHY ENOUGH!" He shouted. "TOBY LISTEN TO ME!" I shouted over him.

He went silent, all that was heard was his heavy breathing and sniffles. "Toby... its not that i dont trust you...i trust you with my entire life! I just dont wanna hurt you and drag you down with me, im sorry for snapping at you, and i am so sorry for not talking to you...its just- i havent had anyone to talk to since the wake," I admitted. "I just- dont want us to fall apart," i sighed. I looked at his red and puffy face, he still looked gorgeous.

"[Y/N]...I wanna help you in anyway i can,  you never drag me down, you make me happy! I just wanna be here for you, i wanna do this together," he held my hand. I looked at him, ashamed of myself still. "I'll tell you everything you need to know after school okay?" I said. "Make it a promise!" He pulled out his pinky.

"A promise it is then," I agreed.

We hugged eachother tightly, it felt nice and warm, I could tell Toby and he could help me.

The crossed fingers behind my back said otherwise though.

This chapter was gonna be a little longer,but its a school night so ill do it another time:')

TYSM FOR ALMOST 4K READS! THIS IS AWSOME U GUYS ARE ALL GREAT AND AMAZING AND NOT JUST BECAUSE U READ MY BOOKS DW <33

All my classes are boring asf, atleast some of my teachers are decent.
Also its autumn for me now:D Im so happy

No spell check im tired.

- Jacks