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86- "It's okay." Sibling! Vance.

Requested by: me, myself, and I.
Plot: Vance has been hiding something from his sibling, y/n, for a while. Once the truth escapes, Vance has to reassure his younger sibling.
(This chapter is triggering *R**e and abuse* and is Angsty.)
Songs I'd recommend listening to while reading: "it's okay -Tom Rosenthal" "Gilded Lily -Cults" "Another love -Tom Odell" "Lights are on -Tom Rosenthal"

Y/N's pov:

"Dammit. This is my fourth failed quiz!" I complained to Vance.
"Well don't look at me for help. I'm absolute ass at everything." He said, playing with his food.
"Well, I guess I'll just get held back." I groaned.
"Hey! I got held back twice, and look at me. I'm still the shit." Vance boasted. I rolled my eyes playfully before skimming over the three pages of work.
"I literally only got thirty percent..." I thought before putting the quiz down and eating my dinner in silence.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, I asked Vance a question. "When will mom or dad be home?"
"I dunno. Maybe at twelve agai-" Vance was interrupted with the sound of the front door being busted right open.
"Vance~ Y/n~" Our drunk dad cooed through the door.
"Y/n, let's go to our rooms." Vance said, anxiously. Vance always seemed to get the worst of dad, but he never told me what dad did do him.
"No, no. Don't go to your rooms... Just hang out with your... your daddy." Our dad said.
"No. Y/n, let's go." Vance said, gripping onto my wrist and pulling me to my room. Vance shut the door once I was in his room- which was simply closest- and he went out to handle our dad. I heard distinct yelling before I heard Vance getting dragged somewhere around our parents' room. I heard a door shut and the yelling become more muffled than before. I was crying now, worried for Vance.

I opened the door before running to our dad's room. I hesitated to open the door because of the yelling and... hitting? Smacking? I can't tell, but someone is getting hurt. I finally pushed through my tears and fears and opened the door. What I saw? I would never forget it.

I saw my dad shirtless. Vance was also shirtless, but he had bruises and wilts all over him and he was also on the bed, he looked... vulnerable. My dad looked like he was... Unzipping his pants!? No, I won't let this happen to my brother. Not anymore. I grabbed a lamp that was nearby, and ran over to my dad. I hit him with it.

"Y/n~ you shouldn't be here. Did you want to join in~?" My dad seethed through his teeth.
"No!" I exclaimed as he grabbed my wrist. He pushed me down onto the floor before pulling a belt out and hitting me with it. He used one knee to keep me pinned to the floor. He managed to get my shirt off and started hitting my bare back. I was crying so hard from the pain. He'd hit me before, but he never hit me this hard or much. Suddenly, I felt his knee get pushed off of me. I was pulled up by Vance. I grabbed my shirt and put it on while we both ran out of the room. We both ran to Vance's room and locked the door behind us.

I was sobbing while Vance was teary eyed.

Vance's POV:

It hurt me to see y/n in so much pain. I can handle dad's horrible torture, but y/n can't. My younger sibling, my younger sibling who I was supposed to protect. I failed to protect y/n. I walked over to y/n and hugged them, careful to not hurt the wilts on their skin.

"It's okay..." I whispered, trying to silence my sobs.
"W-why didn't you t-tell me h-he was d-doing that to you?" Y/n sobbed.
"I didn't want you to...I didn't want you to worry about me." I told them.

Y/n hugged me tighter and tighter before I heard their sobs die down after ten minutes. I laid them down on my bed to let them sleep, not wanted to risk our dad being outside the door. It wasn't long before they fell asleep, so I turned out the lights. The only light on was my nightlight.

It's already the next day, and I stayed up all night. After I heard our dad leave for work at five thirty, and got a shirt, jacket, and pants for y/n. I got changed while they were still sleeping. I set their clothes on my bed so they could change while I waited in the kitchen.

After two hours, y/n came outside in their new clothes, clearly sore.

"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah..." They said.
"Want something to eat?" I asked.
"No, I'll just bike to school now." They said before walking out of the front door and biking to school. I walked to the grab-n-go behind them.

Zach: well damn. Didn't mean for this to get so Angsty.