Blue For You (TMNT Leonardo X Reader)

Chapter 27

A/N: It's been a while. I missed you all! 

We were all sitting at the dinner table, my mom getting out of her seat to yell at my dad. My face held no expression, making zero eye contact with either of them as I nervously picked over my food.

"Well, if you're so tired of working just fucking leave!"

"Honey," he pleaded.

"No, I'm tired of this, all our life is, is stress," mom said. "I'm going upstairs."

September twenty-seventh, the day before she was killed.

It was the same thing over and over again.

"I have to leave for a couple of weeks to handle business in Japan, I hope you understand. I went to the grocery store and bought you a bunch of food, there's an envelope of money on the counter for you, along with emergency phone numbers. You're legally allowed to be home alone now," dad said. "It's only two weeks."

Running from the same nightmares, all of them relating in some shape or form.

I looked up at my dad as he knelt down to my height. He looked different, his eyes were glossy, face reddened.

"Where is mom?" I asked softly, noticing she hadn't come home at her usual time.

"Mom isn't coming back home (Y/N)."

It wasn't fear driving them, but betrayal.

"You believe he is doing it on purpose? For what reason?" Master Splinter asked.

"I don't know that's the thing, I don't know if I upset him, or I did something that caused it-he turned his location off and everything. I have no connection to him now," I continued to ramble.

"Family always finds their way back to one another, I am sure he has good motivation," Master Splinter advised.

I was angry.

I was suffocating in my own tears, chained to the wall by big and shiny silver cuffs.

"Mom!" I yelled as she walked by, talking on the phone with an associate of hers.

She didn't seem to hear me, as she continued to chat with the person on the other end. Perhaps I wasn't being loud enough, it wasn't her fault.

I was fucking tired.

I rose out of bed quickly, my eyes half lidded and unfocused. I was frustrated, every single night it happened. My bad dreams hadn't gotten better, only increased, and worsened.

It was showing up in my features, seeing the exhaustion in my eyes as I began to get ready. 

I thought it was something psychological, after I had those symbolic dreams of being tied up. But now I found myself reliving painful memories, including the day my mother died, the memory of it from my perspective. Perhaps it was a traumatic response, and due to my father leaving my subconscious was digging this up. All I wanted to assume was that it was normal, and that we all went through this. 

I would get over it eventually.

I opened the door, adjusting to the bright lights of the lair. The first step was deciding on breakfast, in which I chose waffles. Next, I was to say good morning to Leo, making us both tea.

Watching the water boil on the stove, I groggily rubbed my eyes. I hadn't told anyone I was struggling with this. Whether I liked it or not Leo made me feel vulnerable at times, but it came with his abilities. I just wanted to make sure I was good enough. I wanted to prove to all of them that I was worthy of helping them and living in their home, because part of me was afraid they'd suddenly disappear too.