~Hidden emotions~ Dee x fem reader

Chapter 24

~chapter 24: dork~

~Y/N's pov~

It's been approximately two weeks since I last saw Dee.

I must say, after a week of feeling nothing but pain and hatred, Dee sure knew how to change my whole mindset with a few simple words.

His words opened up my eyes to the fact that I'm not alone. I have people around me, people that care about me... But mainly, his words encouraged me to steal my phone back from my father.

Father may be a compulsive person, but he sure isn't stupid. He'd notice instantly that my phone was back into my possession, but lucky for me, I'm smarter than him.

My sleep schedule is fucked anyway, so it isn't a problem waiting every night for him to pass out, whether it's because he's drunk or just tired.

Once I'm certain that he's asleep, I sneak downstairs and open up his safe with the same code he uses for everything: 2514214.

I memorised this number as a child when father took away my guitar pick because I was misbehaving. Sure I could just use my fingers, but it just wasn't the same. Since father wasn't quite the same man he is now, he didn't even try to hide the code from my child eyes, assuming that I wouldn't even think to open his safe.

Unfortunately for him, I did. I took the pick back, but it didn't take long before he noticed. Back then, my punishment was only a boring, old lecture about why what I did was wrong. Nowadays, the consequences are more... violent must I say.

I've learnt from my mistakes... well, most of them... so I came up with the plan of stealing it back, and returning it before he can even notice it's gone. If that means that I have to resort to no sleep whatsoever, then so be it.

When the safe is opened, I grab my phone and remove its case. I then place the phone case back into the safe, in hopes that if a worst-case scenario were to occur, and father wakes up before I return my phone to the safe, he won't notice a difference.

Of course he doesn't go out of his way to check on my phone daily, he just checks when he opens the safe to all the other crap he has in there, so if I ever forget to return it, hopefully he won't move it around too much and notice that my phone isn't actually there.

So with hours to spare while I should be trying to get some shut-eye, I retreat upstairs and contact the only other insomniac I know...

The first time I retrieved my phone, I noticed the texts and missed calls from Heavy and Dee in my notifications, so I was sure to reply. Due to it being so late at night, I wouldn't expect either of them to reply to me until morning when my phone is back in it's safe. However, within minutes I got a notification that Dee had sent me a text message.

I was glad to be talking to Dee, because as well as him being one of the only people I'm comfortable with, him talking to me when I would be alone, is saving me from plenty of intrusive thoughts.

Even though I realised how much the conversation was helping me mentally, I urged Dee to go to bed, because I'd hate for it to be my fault that he isn't sleeping. Dee however, took this as a chance to explain his troubles with sleeping and that he wouldn't be asleep even if he wasn't talking to me.

Somewhat later on in the night, Dee had convinced me to FaceTime him because he didn't have the effort of typing out each of his responses in our conversation. I was sceptical about waking father up, but I remembered that his room has thick walls so that when he was annoyed at me and B/N for playing music so loud, he would escape from the lounge to his bedroom in order to remove any of our music from his senses.