Severus Snape Oneshots

Neighbors!!! (Pt. 3)

I slowly force my eyes to open, hissing at the feeling of pain radiating throughout my body. The taste of blood is evident, as well as the puffy eyes from crying.

I remember that I fell asleep in the same spot on the floor. Propping myself up on my elbows, I look up at the clock that hangs on the wall.

2:42pm

Jesus Christ.. I've been out for that long?!..

With a silent countdown I push myself into a sitting position until I am standing.

I clutch my side and walk five feet to the bathroom. I sit myself on the toilet and prepare to heal myself. Unfortunately I can't do it with magic since I can't use my wand outside of school. Muggle way it is.

I take some meds and a thought suddenly hits me.. Today is Friday- one of my longest shifts. Inwardly screaming in my head, I make my way over to the kitchen phone. I dial the number to the bar.

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"Hello?" A voice from the other end asks.

"Frank, hey, it's me, Y/n.. Listen, I'm really not feeling well today. Since last night I've just been feeling awful..." I say, trying my best to fake a cough and runny nose. Though it wasn't a lie when I said that I've been feeling awful. I wouldn't be surprised if I actually sounded like shit.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, doll. Well, if you feel better, do let me know, okay?" He replies.

"Of course... Bye, Frank.." I quietly say.

He murmurs a goodbye and I set the phone down.

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A phone ringing wakes me up from my deep slumber. I groan as my eyes flutter open. Luckily there were no lights on in the house. I sit up and peek through the curtains, revealing that the sky was dark.

My father was probably home by now.. Since he isn't in his recliner he likely went to bed.

With a sigh, I walk into the kitchen and pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I quietly ask into the phone, slightly wincing at the pressure on my sides.

"Miss Y/L/N, I noticed that you were not at your shift today."

"Yeah.. Uhm... I'm fine I was just sick." I quietly reply, silently begging for him to end the call.

"Are you sure?" He asks, subtly checking for a lie in my voice. I can only imagine him quirking his eyebrow at the moment.

No, I am not sure. In fact, I am pretty sure that I am not okay. My dad's a raging alcoholic who just beat my ass and I am suffering because of it.

But those aren't the words that leave my mouth. 

"Yes, Professor." I whisper into the phone, licking my cracked bottom lip as I stare at the ground.

A moment of silence lays on the opposite end. The quietness is broken with the faintest sigh.

"Very well.. Feel better soon." He hesitantly says.

"Thanks.. Bye." I whisper before slowly hanging the phone back in place with a faint click.

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