~Hidden emotions~ Dee x fem reader

Chapter 21

~chapter 21: Y/N?~

~Dee's pov~

After all that happened last week, I haven't been able to keep my mind at rest. The whole fight that broke out between Sarah and Y/N has worried me and Heavy more than I would have thought it could.

Everyone has seen the videos, but Sarah has been in the hospital, Mr Sheven won't say a word and both B/N and Y/N haven't been in school since it happened, so no one knows what's happening.

Heavy and I have tried contacting them via our phones since we don't actually know where they live, and it would be a little weird if we just turned up. They haven't replied to the plenty messages we gave both sent.

I'm really worried about them. After what Sarah had so rudely spilled to the whole school I can imagine how awful Y/N must feel, and B/N was clearly enourmously upset even if it was on behalf of his sister.

Even my parents noticed mine and Heavy's change in personality, practically forcing Heavy to spill why we were so upset. Of course Dad found the video easily and shared them with mum. She was shouting at the phone screen, cheering Y/N on to "beat the bitch up!" She was very satisfied when that was what happened. Now she has an obsession with Y/N and wants to bring her to the bar she always goes to on her motorcycle.

I think it would be good for Y/N since we found out her mother is deceased. Maybe it could help her feel some sort of closure by bonding with my mum. It will never be the same as her own mother but even so, maybe she can confide in Vicky as someone to talk to.

Y/N isn't the sociable type, so she probably bottles all her emotions up, but that can't be healthy. The pain in her eyes was very clear when she was repeatedly punching Sarah's face into the ground, but even more so when she elbowed that boy that pulled her off. She stared at him sitting on the ground and spaced out. She looked almost disgusted In herself until someone tackled her to the ground, knocking her out.

That's when the teachers came and the videos were cut off.

School has been awful without them, but even more now that everyone thinks Y/N purposefully murdered her mother which is complete ludicrous. People keep asking me and Heavy if we've seen them since word got around that we're friends with the twins. Of course we just tell them to piss off. Even if we had seen them, we wouldn't tell anyone shit!

People are selfish enough to ignore how certain acts might affect a person, such as posting death threats and cruel notes on someone's locker and desk. I'm sure you can guess which locker and desk. Me and Heavy always walk the long way around the school in order to pass by Y/N's locker and remove any harmful messages.

If they just took a minute to think from Y/N's perspective, they might understand that none of this is her fault and Sarah just made her out to be the bad guy. However, everyone in this school is either a halfwit with no self awareness whatsoever, or a selfish asshole.

Of course Y/N would simply hit anyone that dares to tease her. At least, that's what I assume she would do. I mean, anyone that isn't sending her death threats, is either scared of her, or is me and Heavy.

It's around 12:45am and I'm laying on my bed just staring at the ceiling. I just can't seem to fall asleep recently because my head is running at a thousand miles an hour. I turn on my phone in hopes that the L/N's have messaged me back, but my notifications remain empty.

*Sigh*

I sit up, leave my bedroom and head for the stairs. I didn't bother to change out of my jeans, shirt and jacket after school, so that shouldn't be a problem. My makeup however, is slightly smudged and worn, but it doesn't matter. I grab a piece of paper from the cabinet and write a note explaining that I've gone out in case anyone wakes up and finds me fine in the middle of the night. I sellotaped it to the front door and pulled on my shoes, finally tying my laces.

I need some fresh air to clear my head or I might just explode.

I begin walking down the streets before I subconsciously walk to somewhere that holds a memory that means a lot to me... the skatepark.

The place where I met my first friends. The friends that are in a rough place, and yet I can't even be there for them...Wow, I'm a horrible friend-

*Sniff*

Ah shit, there's someone here. I should go before I have to maintain any unnecessary conversations.

Before I begin to walk away, I sneak a quick glance towards the person that was so clearly crying and turn away.

Wait- is that...?

I turn back around to face the back of their sitting figure from behind the bench they're curled up on.

I hesitate, but eventually speak up. "...Y/N?"

The figure lifts their head, and freezes, almost terrified to even face my direction.

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I thought it would be necessary to give another persons perspective on the whole situation, and Dees is probably the most relevant, so here!
Like always, please let me know if there are any improvements, and I hope you have a great rest of your day/night! Thanks for reading <3