His little protector (Mxbxb)

Felix(27)

This chapter is kinda dark, I'm hoping it'll be the last dark/abusive chapter for awhile, I'm sorry!
If overdoses and meds trigger you please skip this one, you won't miss much, and I can leave a recap in the next chapter. Just skip to the end if you choose not to read this one:)

Thank you, please stay safe. My messages are always open if you feel alone.

Felix's pov:

He grabbed the collar of my shirt, dragging me inside again.

The house smelt awful of piss and cannabis.
There was garbage all over the floor.

"Where the fuck is the money, kid?" He spat out as he threw me. I stumbled backward before crashing onto my ass.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed the hundreds Andy gave to me.

I hated using his money. I needed to find a way to repay him.

"Where the hell did you get this from?" He ripped it from my hand.

"Fuck, I don't give a shit. Get this house cleaned before Jean gets home." He kicked my stomach, making me cough violently.

"Oh, and I don't wanna hear that bullshit again. You're not running off if I have some fucking say."

I kept my mouth shut to avoid getting hurt and did what he said. No one else was home, thankfully.

I did my best to clean up the house as dad continued to smoke on the couch. The noise of the tv echoed.

The thought of having to face Andy was torture. Now he knows.

Now there's no way they'll be interested in me.
Every night getting beat or assaulted, who would want someone like me.

I'm just gross.

Nick burst through the front door, and my blood froze.
Bile rose in my throat as I quickly turned back to finish cleaning the kitchen, hoping he wouldn't bother me.

I tried to scrub the floor, which was covered in nasty, spilled drinks and built-up grime.

I wanted to run again. Would they even come looking for me if I did run?

I took Andy's offer and let him keep me safe...

You can't put them in danger...

"Look who finally came back." Nick snickered as he walked into the kitchen.

"Leave me alone, I was just giving dad the cash, and I'll be leaving again,"

"Felix! Get the fucking hell in here!"
Dad shouted from the living room. I groan as Nick follows me into the living room.

I slowly walked in to see my dad holding my small orange bottle.

"Shit..." I mumbled underneath my breath.
I reached out to grab it from him, and he quickly pulled it away as I could smell the heavy liquor on his breath.

"Tell me what these are!" He shouted.

"My meds..." I whispered.

"Your fucking anti-depressants? Why are there so many! Do you know how much money your mother and I spent to put you on these before she passed away?" Nick snickered as he watched dad scold me.

"I'm sorry, I'll take them." I reached out again, and he shoved me to the ground roughly, I landed on my wrist, which made me wanna scream in pain, but I didn't.