(OLD) <COMPLETE> Something Between Us; A Sun/Moon X Y/N Story

Chapter 2 - A Rough Night

TW: This chapter contains abuse, and physical harm. The end of the chapter will contain a brief summary of what happens

Y/N's POV

I Parked my car in the driveway of my families house. It was small, but fit everyone. I hesitated before opening the door, going inside. As I made it to the stairs, there was a gate in the way to prevent the dogs from going up. I tried to move it, but whenever I placed it down, it fell. I began to get frustrated, until I found a way for it to sit up right. As I was almost at the top of the stairs, it fell over with a large clash on the wooden floor. I sighed annoyed and just rolled my eyes as I went to my room. 

I sat playing games on my phone for a while, drawing on my ipad. I wasn't the best at drawing, but I was defiantly skilled, being 21 and drawing for maybe 13 years. There was a knock at my door. I called for whoever it was that the door was unlocked. My older brother opened the door. He was maybe 20 years older than me, not sure why he still lives at home. 

-"You need to pick up the gate."

Of course. Nobody here wanted to do the slightest thing, I was always told to pic up after everyone, but nobody cared to even clean up a dirty bowl and put it in the sink if it was mine. I sighed, putting my phone down and getting up, starting to go down the stairs. My brother noticed my annoyed sigh.

-"You were the one who threw it."

I felt at my breaking point. I didn't throw it, he watched me go up the stairs before it fell. Can he do nothing but blame everything on me?

-"I didn't f*cking throw it."

At this statement, my brother grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me up. My shirt began to choke me out, it hurt.

-"The hell did you just say to me?"

I couldn't say anything, I felt tears welling in my eyes. Not again. He threw me to the ground. I struggled, but stood up. I tried running for the stairs, but my brother blocked my way as my sister watched at the table. I backed up, trying to get past him, but to no avail. I gave up my efforts of going upstairs. Damn it, my phone was up there. I ran towards the garage. My brother tried to stop me, but I had slammed the door behind me and was running down the driveway. It was so cold outside, and all I had was a t-shirt and jeans. I felt hands grab my arms as I was pulled backwards, falling. I dug my feet into the ground the best I could as my brother dragged me back inside while I screamed in protest as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. 

I tried to run back up the stairs, grabbing onto the railing, but then I was grabbed by the waist and dragged back. I held onto the railing the best I could, breaking free of my brother and running upstairs. I slammed my door and locked it as I heard him bolt up the stairs, and slam into the door repeatedly. I grabbed my small backpack, putting some clothes in it, my phone charger, my ipad and phone. I put a sweatshirt on and opened the window. It was a large drop, but I think I can make it. I hesitated, then sat in the window sill, slinging my backpack on. I prepared myself, then jumped down. I felt my ankles take most of the momentum, and heard a small crack sound. I stifled a scream and limped to my car. I am so lucky I left my keys in.

I got into the car and drove off, why did I talk back to my brother? I wish my parents had been home to stop him. God, my ankle hurt like hell. I think I might have broken or fractured something. I saw red marks on my arms, and my mid-section was also sore from being dragged. I was so done with tonight, I parked a few streets down from the pizzaplex and broke down crying in my car. I don't want to go back home. Maybe I could ask to get my paycheck by hand, and just live in my car until I got an apartment, but I know I can't go back home. 

I propped my seat back, laying my hands on my chest as it rise and fell with every sob I let out. Maybe tomorrow would be better. No, tomorrow would be better.

Summary:

Y/N came home and got in trouble for talking back to their brother, and was thrown around. They escaped through the second story window, breaking one of their ankles and drove away.