Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

|William James Moriarty| New Discoveries

A/N: You came from a family of nobles who abused you.

Requested By: Animeland_Saga

Tag/s: Fem!Reader

Warning/s: Abuse, Violence, Blood, Death

Guide:
(Y/N): Your First Name

2nd Person's POV

"Where did she go!?" your father yelled, smashing everything in his wake.

"I'm done with you yet, you wench!"

You heard the rapid footsteps of the house staff, trying to avoid your father's wrath.

The glass shattering and numerous thuds echoed downstairs as you hugged your knees, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"(Y/N)!" your mother screeched, making you wince as you run to your closet, closing it shut.

You heard your parent's thundering footsteps echoing on the staircase, making you hide on your knees as you covered your ears, begging they won't be able to find you.

You hiccuped as you took deep breaths, trying not to cry or make a sound.

You heard your bedroom door slam open as everything went dead silent.

You covered your mouth and shut your eyes, hoping they wouldn't find you.

You heard footsteps slowly moving closer to you as the silhouettes of your parents peered through the louvers of the closet doors.

As you saw the door knob turning, you heard screams from downstairs, making your parents turn to the sound.

"What the!?" your parents quickly went downstairs, making you take a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

You let out quiet sobs as you kept your eyes through the louvers, trying to know what was happening outside.

You could only hear your parents shout and numerous crashes and banging.

You immediately covered your ears again, waiting for everything to stop.

You saw your mother run back into your room, tripping on her own feet as she desperately crawled away from the door.

You heard another thud nearby, seeing someone fall onto the ground with a pool of blood forming around them.

You felt your blood go cold, and your breath got stuck in your throat as you saw two hooded figures approach your father calmly.

One had a sword dripping in blood, while the other had knives.

"Please...! D-Don't hurt me...!" your mother pleaded as she went on her knees, shaking as she looked up at the hooded figures.

"T-Take my daughter instead! I swear she's in here somewhere!" she bargained, making you widen your eyes as she searched through your room.

"You would trade your daughter's life for yours?" one asked, making your mother wince.

"Y-Yes! Her and anything you want!" she confirmed with an eager nod.

You clenched your jaw as your chest tightened, feeling tears prickle in your eyes.

"Money? Jewelry? A high position? You name it, it's yours!" she reassured, but the figures kept quiet.

"Selling your own daughter for your own life... How vile..." one muttered, voice filled with poison and disgust.

The figure raised his sword, making your mother freeze.