You put your walkie talkie down and slide the power off. You need to conserve your battery power. You also know at some point, your Father was coming to talk to you. He can't know about the walkie talkie. If you don't get out of this basement today, that walkie talkie is going to be your only saving grace. You could only hope your Father lets you out. If you were stuck in here until graduation, you might actually go crazy and try to break out.
You could open the window in your room, but if you looked up you could see a giant gate locked over it. Your Father at least thought you might need some fresh air and sunlight. But what really sucks is not being able to go outside. At least in prison, they go outside for an hour. Where are your rights? Is this allowed? You honestly felt like a flowers in the attic kid, but without all the incest.
It had been about another two months in the basement. You have been down here for four months. FOUR MONTHS. It was now February. Your Father never even came to see you on Christmas. Mabel dropped off a present that you didn't even have the heart to open. You loved Mabel, but you were still too hurt to even try to forgive her. It was almost fucking March and here you were still in solitary confinement. Rodrick was your only saving grace.
Your conversations consist mostly of what he did that day or what weird thing he was thinking of. What his zombie apocalypse plan is. What song he's currently writing. Listen to him playing the drums, which meant he had to hold down the walkie talkie probably with his foot.
You had been talking to Rodrick and he had been dropping fresh sets of batteries in your window well. Only batteries could really fit through the slots. You could only touch fingers and that was your human contact. More than anything you wish you could go back to those nights in Rodrick's room, sleeping in his bed.
God, the thought of just touching another human made you desperate. But being held by someone? Someone who's seen you cry and held you as you did? Someone who's heartbeat matched yours as you drifted into a deep sleep?
More than anything you wished someone, anyone could be there for you. But even you knew that wasn't entirely true. It wasn't just anyone you wanted.
You wanted Rodrick. You needed him.
Whatever feelings you have for him aside, you missed your friendship together. Whether it was going to the Drive-in or in the studio or when he almost burnt his room down for you. He was a stupid boy, but at least he was your stupid boy. He made you laugh and was there for you through it all.
Fuck, he's there for you now working on busting you out of this abusive situation. He hasn't really given great updates on that end. It's going to be hard taking down someone so powerful, that's what Rodrick said. But Rodrick also said he could fix this. You have to trust that he can FIX this.
You hear the basement door open and quickly stand up. Hopefully your room isn't bugged, you thought. If your Father heard you talking to someone else, he would rip this room apart to find who it was and how you were talking to them. You also were worried about a room search, which would mean your walkie talkie would be found. You decide to hide it in a tupperware container and place it in your window well. You quickly use the snow to hide it in the window well.
Just as you shut your window and turn around your door swings open with such a force it shakes on the doorframe. You brace yourself for the lecture you're about to get and hopefully you wouldn't get another slap. You were never scared of your Father before you moved to Plainview. But now, after four months, you were terrified of him. You never thought of your Father as an abusive man, but after he hit you and locked you up inside your basement, you were scared of anything he could do to you.
Your heart breaks as your eyes slowly move from the floor up and up until your eyes land on him.
"Hey Panda. Ready for an escape mission?" Rodrick says slightly laughing, out of breath. You feel a sob escape your throat. You aren't even aware of your movements because it feels like something primal taking over. Your feet are moving faster than your brain trying to connect the dots. How is Rodrick down here? How did no one see him? Are there actually camera's in the house or was that a lie from your father?
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Black Sheep Rodrick X Reader Fan Fiction
Fanfiction"I give you permission to ruin me, [Y/N]" You move to Plainview to reconnect with your estranged aunt your senior year of high school. You meet the boy next door who seems to anything but. He's loud, never leaves you alone, and he thinks that you ar...
