Please don't leave again - sbi adoption au

Don't look back - 3

Trigger warnings - crying, injury, panic attack, scratching, lack of eating, censored swears, bad thoughts

Y/n POV

As we walked made it to the hall. Make it stop. No. Stop please no. I don't want to go baack. Not to Max, not to Abby , please no. 

After being forced into the relatively large room, with everyone talking, food on the floor and walls, children getting shouted at. I hated it. I didn't want to be punished. Miss Jenkins had been much stricter to me when I first joined here. She thinks I'm stupid. doesn't understand anything. THE ONLY REASON WHY I DON'T TALK IS BECUASE OF HOW SHE HUR-.

"y/n? " I heard. Her voice sent chills down my spine , it was sweet at the start then poisonous and evil when she finished talking, saying it like I had personally wronged her. I just stayed silent. "Go sit with those brothers of yours( if you could call them it) ." She said that last bit under hear breath but I caught it sending a fake smile her way and then marching my way over to the only people I ever felt safe near.

Tommy and Tubbo were talking keeping an eye out for anyone who might be a 5'7 toxic and angry woman who seemed to have the fashion sense of someone who lived in the 1920s , Miss Jenkins, and after seeing me they felt calmer.

"We got you some food , I know you don't like it here but miss Jenkins is watching the exit and we don't want you to be put in the basement." Tubbo then added "Apparently they made the conditions worse since last time added the old rotting food in there since they couldn't be bothered to throw it away. " my stomach growled but I wasn't hungry I didn't want to eat it. It was some sort of yoghurt that was sprinkled with bits of dry, stale oats. Suck it up . You don't deserve that much . Just eat it already. They are disappointed in you. Miss Jenkins was right to -. 

One spoonful.

Then another.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Until it was half done.done

That was enough.

Tommy and Tubbo made conversation but I struggled to concentrated with everything going on . So I would just nod to what they were saying.

I just wanted to leave. 

A kid just got dragged out by the collar and was taken to what I guessed would be the basement. Miss Jenkins was getting stricter. My body trembled and I pulled my knees to my chest scratching at my face to stop tears from coming out. "PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!" The small child screamed . That was enough for me to bury my head into my knees slowly rocking myself to calm myself down. Don't take me. Please don't take me. Please don't take me . Please don't take me . Please-

"What do we have here? Little y/n crying whispering something under their breath. Why don't you share with the whole room." The still crying child in one of her hands gripped tightly.  For once the room was quiet. I peeked up out from my elbows shielding the remainder of my face. Fearing what she would do next I spoke in such a quiet tone I doubted she would hear it - especially due to how old she was. 

"Please don't hurt me"

 "SO NOW YOU CAN SPEAK HUH? BEEN LYING TO YOUR BROTHERS THIS WHOLE TIME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEM. YOU KNOW WHAT, SCRAM." She wasn't talking to me , she was talking to the child who was previously in her grasp. They scrambled off to their room. But I just shook more violently . "HOW DOES THE BASEMENT SEEM, IT'S GOT ADDED FEATURES SINCE YOU LAST SAW IT YOU B*TCH." A panic attack would surely set on all I was waiting for was the tears.

 A slap. Harsh . Powerful. Evil.

Tommy and Tubbo just sat there in disbelief. Not only at what the witch had done to y/n , their sibling but also because y/n spoke.

That was when the tears fell.

That was then when she grabbed me.

That's when I ended up in the basement having one of the worst panic attacks of my life.

I couldn't feel anything. My lungs were aching for air but couldn't get any. The heavy shallow breaths I took in did nothing for me as I lay there in the damp, dirty basement. Gripping at my throat. Coughing. Screaming. Crying. Until my throat gave up on me. Causing black dots to flair in my vision before I passed out. Fear surrounding me. Terrified to what 'she's would do to me.

I knew that Miss Jenkins would come in the middle of the night to hurt me.

Usually bringing a item to choice. The first time I was in here it was a bottle. Glass.

However before she entered a phone call could be heard ringing out in the distance. "Stay here you b*tch, did your panic attack tire you out, if like here it you SHUT IT( a peep from you and I'll bring the bottle again)."

Off she went.

The phone call was muffled through the ceiling of the basement and when Miss Jenkins came back she had a frown on her face. 

"STUPID,F*CKING IDIOT!!!WHY WOULD SOMONE WANT TO FOSTER." Relief spread through my body , thanking that she wouldn't use her usual beatings or to not leave any suspicion from possible dodge families. It didn't matter anyways no on would want to foster me or my brothers.

I didn't know the time but when I was given a pile of clothes and was told to have a 5 minute shower.

I was being treated like a human for once. Well sort of.

I showered quickly ignoring the comments I made on myself and continued to open the door after cleaning: the blood, dirt , mud and glass off my body and walked myself to my room.

Third person POV

For an eight year old I was smart. Smart enough to know what not to do ; but on the way back I was curious to what miss Jenkins heard, so I played it back on the phone. 

'Hello, this is Phil. I wanted to contact you for the kids. Yeah I had a couple in mind ... No I was wondering about y/n they seemed interesting. They have siblings ... Oh. Well could I meet them, maybe they could come back with me and the others ...abuse oh . Well we'll sort that out don't you worry. anything else of concern. so tomorrow at 7am seem good. I've got the car and we can take care of the rest. Thank you Miss Jenkins in excited to see them.'

Without the context, y/n took it much differently. Their eight year old mind was racing with possible explanations. The one that wouldn't get out of their mind was the wanted to take them from their brothers to hurt them like Miss Jenkins tried to.

 So they made a plan for tomorrow. They would run away , leaving their brothers, they were older and much safer without y/n. 

Quietly as they slipped out of the office and back to their room I packed a small bag of a couple tops and trousers and a jacket with their picture of their brothers and mum then hid it under the bed in the corner. Mentally reminding themselves to wake up earlier than the two.  They fell into a light slumber awaiting what they would do the next morning.

A/n

I was supposed or make this chapter a short one but it ended up being pretty long. I'm posting this chapetr with the next one because i felt bad leaving you guys on a cliff hanger. Next chapter will be up in a few more hours hopefully. 💗

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