Runaway ~ (Completed) ✅ ~

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(y/n) - your name

(b/n) - brothers name

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(y/n) gasps as she jolts up on her bed, panting heavily as her mind raced with the nightmare she was forced to live over and over. She clutched her shirt, trying to calm her heart while wiping the sweat off her forehead. She groans as she sees the time, just barely before the sun was going to rise for a new day. She unconsciously places her hand next to her, expecting to feel a body sleeping with her but all she felt were stark cold sheets.

"Billy..." she frowns out, finally noticing her phone that was ringing nonstop. She goes downstairs, grumbling lightly at who was calling her before answering. "Yes?"

"(y/n)!" it was Max, her voice hushed and cracking from fear as she cried into the receiver. "he won't stop! He won't stop!"

"Max! Are you ok!? What's happening!?"

"It's Neil! He won't stop! He's going to kill-" (y/n) drops the phone and rushes upstairs to grab her bat, storming back down and slamming open her front door. All she saw was red, the urgent need to protect the ones she loved as she kicks down the door to see Neil hovering over someone as he threw punches over and over.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" (y/n) screams out as she plants her feet and brings her arms up to slam it down hard against Neils side, cracking him away from Billy as he tumbles back.

"(y/n)!" Max shrieks, stumbling away from her as she saw the feral fury in her eyes, seething at Neil who cries out in pain about something being broken. Billy froze from where he lay on the floor, carefully wiping the blood from his nose as he saw (y/n) pant with rage. He was afraid she would do something she wouldn't do, something that could really hurt someone. It had been days only since she grieved for (b/n), having a closed casket funeral since (y/n) couldn't let her parents see him littered with holes and bite marks.

She had blamed herself the entire time even though he and the others told her it wasn't her fault. (b/n) stayed behind to stop the Mind Flayer, it was his choice and (y/n) couldn't stop him but she screamed out that it should've been her. He had more to live for, she was supposed to protect him. She was the older sibling and she was supposed to protect him. She slowly lost herself to her anger and heartache, her parents fueling that self-hatred as they disowned her and her mother had laid her hand on her cheek.

(y/n) was hurt, she was furious and so angry... She had lost the one person who was her perfect half and she was disaster ready to explode. "(y/n), princess, I'm fine."

"He hurt you..." (y/n) seethes out, glaring at Neil who looked up at her with wide eyes. "He hurt you over and over again! Parents never should hurt their children! But you... you..." (y/n) shook with hatred, using her bat to beat Neil over and over again. "Kids or adults, you don't hurt your children! You hurt Billy for so many years! Emotionally and physically abused him! YOU DON'T DO THAT TO YOUR CHILDREN!" (y/n) screams out as he spits out blood. "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE A PARENT! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO EVEN BREATHE!" she shrieks out, choking Neil as he gasps for air.

Susan ran downstairs to see the commotion, screaming for (y/n) to let him. "Don't hurt him!" she looks up at Susan, glaring at her as she throws Neil away and stands up.

"And you! You pathetic shit excuse for a mother! I don't fucking care if you love him, I don't fucking care if you were terrified of him but you should've protected your children from him! You should've done everything you could to make sure the fucking bastard never touches Billy again!"