My First Second Love | Scaramouche x Reader

(21) Let me out!

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2nd Person Pov

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Tuesday

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"Bye!" You waved goodbye to Scaramouche kissing him on the cheek.

You ran up to your house and slowly opened the door, your house was unusually empty. I mean it was always quite empty since Kazuha had work after school on Tuesdays but, today it felt awfully spooky.

You walking into your living room to find your father sitting on the couch with a sophisticated looking woman.

"Y/n, you're back." Your father welcomed you, with a not so welcoming tone.

"Who is this?" You questioned, completely ignoring him.

"Sit down we need to talk."

"You didn't answer my question." You deadpanned.

"This is Linda, she used to work at an orphanage." He explained gesturing for you to actually sit the fuck down so he wouldn't have to ask you again.

You complied and sat on the chair furthest from your father, and this 'Linda' woman, something about her was off.

"I've been talking to Linda recently-"

"What are you guys gonna get married or something? Because I really couldn't care less what you do with your love life as long as it doesn't affect me so go ahead." You cut him off rolling you're eyes.

"Don't talk when I'm speaking do you understand?" Your father commanded.

"..."

"I said, do understand?!" He raised his voice.

*Cough cough* "Let's just get to the point please, I have somewhere i need to be." Linda kindly smiled at your father.

He nodded. "As I was saying, I've been talking to Linda recently and I've been informed that she works at an orphanage. It has come to my attention that you've been hanging around with a boy recently without telling me, and you seem to have some sort of relationship with him, my thoughts have been confirmed after what I saw around two minutes ago."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Linda here happens to know this boy you've been dating after working at the orphanage for so long." He ignored you. "What I am trying to say is that I don't want you anywhere near him."

"W-What?! Why?"

"It appears you don't know his history, you do understand he's killed his own mother, it was all over the news around a decade ago." He crossed his arms. "As a responsible father it is only fair I do what is best for my daughter, and what is best is for you to stop hanging around with a murderer."

"I'm not going to stop seeing him just because you told me to." You protested.

"Ever since you met him all he's caused you is trouble, I mean look at yourself you were sent to the hospital!"

"First of all, that had nothing to do with him. Secondly, you didn't even come to check if I was okay!"

"I will not ask you again, that boy is dangerous and I never want you to talk to him again."

"He would never kill someone without a good reason!-"

"Is there ever a good reason to kill your own mother?" There was a short pause before he continued. "But I guess you are no different."

 You instantly stood up glaring at him. "You know sometimes I really wish you died instead of her."

Your father marched over to you, he raised his hand to 'discipline' you when Linda interrupted him again.

"Dylan, please don't do this right now. I told you I was busy didn't I?" The woman wasn't even bothered by the fact he was about to hit you.

"You will stop seeing him do you hear me?"

"..."

"Answer me!" Your father raised his hand once again earning a squeal from you which stopped him in his movements.

"Yes father." You quietly obeyed.

"Now go to your room, and give me your phone." He ordered and you obliged taking it out of you pocket and handing it to him.

"You're not allowed to leave this house until I'm positive you've stopped talking to that boy, not even for school." He stared at you in disgust before leaving the house with Linda, locking the door behind him.

You instantly burst into tears punching your staircase."Since when did you ever fucking care for me! You were never a good father not even once, what the fuck is this 'what's best for me' bullshit you don't even know me!" You screamed, punching it hard and harder after each word you spoke.

After you called down, you noticed for fists were bruised and bleeding but you couldn't care less at this point.

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Kazuha came home a few hours later as you were microwaving food in the kitchen.

"I'm home!" He announced, completely oblivious to what happened a few hours prior.

"Welcome back." You responded dryly.

"What's the matter?" Kazuha asked, leaning against the wall. He could instantly tell you were upset, it was a weird trait that ran in your family.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

"Mhm..." He hummed walking over to you to find out what you were warming. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls?"

"Father took my phone."

"Why?"

"No reason." You insisted, you weren't bothered to explain the situation to him at that time, you decided you would do it tomorrow. Right now you just wanted to sleep away all your problems.

"What's on your hands?" Kazuha leaned over your shoulder.

"Nothing." You turned around to leave before your brother grabbed your wrist to take a better look at your knuckles.

"What did you do?"  There was slight worry in his voice, then he came to a conclusion it had something to do with your father. "What did he do to you?"

"I'm not allowed to leave the house because father doesn't want me talking to Scaramouche. He found out about his biological mother..." You sighed.

"Y/n this isn't a nice way to relieve your stress, I care about you so I won't tell father but, please tell me you won't do it again." Kazuha's voice cracked.

"I-I promise, I'm sorry for worrying you." You smiled.

"Now come on, let me help bandage you up." Kazuha cheered, leading you up to his room.

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You woke up to find you father in your room, screaming at you to wake up. You didn't understand why since you weren't even allowed to go to school.

"What?" You mumbled in annoyance turning over to face him still half asleep.

"Wake up, you're going to anger management classes."

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Author note :

I'm a bit late, but hey! At least i got over my writers block <3

Hope you enjoyed!