TBP preferences because I said so

96- "Its okay" part 2.

I got to the grab-n-go and opened the door, moving to the pinball machine. I was feeling my pockets for change, but I had none.

"Fuck...Now I need to go back and get some." I mumbled angrily before turning around to leave. I arrived at my house to a very unpleasant surprise. My 'dad'. I guess he took the day off.
"Hello, Vance." He said. I immediately backed out to leave, but he called to me. "Don't you dare leave or I'll make sure y/n doesn't wake up tomorrow." He said. I stopped and turned back inside, closing the door behind me.
"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes closed. I heard a few footsteps, before a thumb and index finger gently pinched my chin and lifted it up.
"Open your eyes, Vance." He said. I opened my eyes slowly to feel his hand slap my face. "Why have you been skipping school? You're enough of a disappointment already. I think it's worthy of a long, painful punishment." He whispered in my ear the last part. I was so angry. He brought y/n into this! I sighed before complying, knowing that if I did otherwise, shit would get worse. For me and y/n.

After two long and painful hours, I carefully stumbled over my room and laid down on my bed, finally letting tears escape my eyes.

"You're such a fucking slut."
"Disappointment."
"You're disgusting."
"It's disgusting you let that happen to you by your dad."
"You're so fucking weak."
"Why don't you just fight back?"

"Because if I do something will fucking happen to y/n!" I shouted at nobody, gasping for air. I was sweating. I calmed down after a couple minutes before getting up to shower. I grabbed some clothes before going to shower. I felt disgusting, dirty, and honestly, terrified.

I dried myself off and got into my pajamas before sneaking off to my room. I couldn't sleep. I stayed awake until I heard the front door open. I got up, hoping that dad went away. I saw that das was still here, and was face-to-face with y/n. I pushed through my fears and ran over and spectated. I couldn't hear what my dad was saying because he was whispering in y/N's ear, but I could see that he was gripping their wrist tightly. I could also see that y/n was shaking and scared. Whatever he was telling them, was scary. It was when dad tried taking them to his room was when I stepped in and yanked y/n and pulled them to my room. I locked my door and sat against it as our dad banged on my door.

"VANCE OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR NOW!" He shouted. I sat y/n down next to me so I could hug them and cover their ears as they silently cried into my shoulder.
After thirty minutes, our dad finally left. I let y/n sleep in my room again, and I swore that I'd never let our dad hurt y/n again. Never. Again.