It's not fair | Ennard x [Neu] Reader

Chapter 15

(CW: Swears)
(TW: alcohol, verbal abuse)

(3rd person POV)

Ennard watched as Y/N left, a small frown on his face. He didn't like how he was getting attached, knowing it'd just mess up their plans. "Dear god, Ennard. What have you gotten yourself into..." he mumbled, running a hand over his faceplates. He glanced over at Ballora, who seemed to be also staring at the elevator.

"Ennard," She started. "I.. I think something's wrong. Y/N... They've been jumpy. And their question on who comes down here, and how their mother was on the phone.. You saw those bruises, right? I know they tried to hide them, and I know I shouldn't be butting in.. But I think they might be hurt at home. Like how William..." She trailed off, trying not to remember how that wretched man treated Michael. Ennard simply nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They flinched, earlier. I punched them in the arm, in a joking way, but they flinched when I did so. I think you may be right, but there's not much we can do. We can't help them; we can't even leave this stupid place. We're utterly useless until we find a way out." He growled, storming off a little ways away, before sighing. "We just have to let it happen, Ballora. Turn a blind eye. Unless their parents somehow come down here, which they won't." He walked over to a vent and climbed in, crawling back to the parts and services room before the clock struck 6, as Ballora sadly went back to her stage and tried her hardest not to think about what Y/N could be dealing with.

Meanwhile, Y/N had just gotten home. Their mother was a bit more relaxed after receiving sufficient proof- an in-person meeting with Scott, the poor guy- and didn't mention where they were, only giving a harsh "Hurry up on breakfast, brat. I'm starving." before stomping over to the couch to watch TV. Y/N sighed quietly, hearing Phineas and Ferb start up, and walked over to the stove to grab a pot. They started the water, grabbing some noodles- they didn't have much else at the moment, so spaghetti would have to do- and waiting for the water to boil, thinking. So much thinking. It gets tiring, after a while. Endless thoughts, day after day. Most teenagers Y/N's age would be thinking about prom, or some relationship drama. Or maybe schoolwork. Or friend drama for some aromantic people. But not Y/N. They never got that luxury, being able to have friends, go to school, date people, go to a prom. They had to be in a horrid family, working their ass off just so they can sit around drunk all day.

The water eventually started boiling, and Y/N put the noodles in, trying their hardest to ignore all the disturbing thoughts floating through their head. They could kill their mother, so easily. Run away, hide out at work. Or maybe leave to the forest, learn to camp. They'd just have to run from the cops their whole life and wouldn't really be able to live a normal life, which is what pushed them away from it. They don't know how to run from cops, they don't know where to hide, or how to make shelter or hunt for food. And they definitely weren't going to steal it. They sighed, draining the noodles and putting the sauce in, before hearing a loud crash and "WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING RAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING??" yelled from the living room. Being shoved over the edge, Y/N "accidentally" dumped the hottest sauce they could find from the cabinets into the spaghetti and dished it up, handing a bowl to their mother, before quickly rushing up the stairs, grabbing a bag and shoving everything they could find into it. Any bit of money they've stolen, any clothes they have leftover- no matter how worn out they are, everything. Knowing their mother, they had about twenty minutes for her to finally eat the spaghetti, freak out, try to find anything to cool the spice, and then come storming up the stairs to try and kill Y/N. They just have to get out of there before then. 

Finishing packing their bag, they slung it over their shoulder and ran to their door and down the steps, hoping to get out through the back, but their world went quiet as they felt a hand grab said bag and yank them back.

They had forgotten about their father.

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