If you skipped the authors note at the beginning i says to not read if it triggers present or past trauma!
Y/n's POV
I woke up to the sun shining on my scarred face. My father had hit me again last night, opening up the scars on my face and back. I know he's coming again to finish last night, he passed out on the eighth hit meaning I still have four more. My friend Robbie suspects something, but I can't let him in on this, so I just tell him lies. Thankfully he believes them....
Shaking my head I pull myself out of my thoughts and reluctantly get out of bed. Pulling my hoodie and sweatpants on, I make no more effort to my appearance, the only effort is the make-up I use to cover the scars on my face. What's worse is my step-mom is out on business in some other country. Maine I think? We live in California and she was the only one that stopped his beatings... But she isn't back for another month!
I just finished my make-up when the door burst open, he was here.... I looked at him, his eyes were blazing with fury, his calloused hand was holding a brown leather belt. His mouth turned into a sneer and he stepped closer, his breath reeked of heavy alcohol. He raised the belt and hit me.
Robbie's POV
I am waiting for Y/n, she's late... The thing that has me really worried is she is NEVER late. I have been suspecting some kind of abuse with her father but she keeps telling me that it isn't him. Lies, I realize it's all lies. I run out of school and pedal my bike to her house furiously, something bad is going on in that place. I reach the house and stop to listen, what I hear makes my blood run cold. Screams. That's all I hear from Y/n's bedroom. Screams. Blood curdling screams.
I throw my bike and run to the porch pounding on the door furiously, no one answers. Angrily I burst open the door and ran to her room. What I saw made my blood boil. Y/n, she was on the ground almost unconscious bleeding, causing her carpet to be soaked in blood, a lot of blood. And her father was standing above her with a blood soaked belt in hand and a broken beer bottle in the other. He hasn't noticed me yet, I look at Y/n again and my eyes widen, glass was sticking out of her head and arms, her face and back were slashed open, and she was bleeding profusely. She finally saw me and her eyes widened.
" LET HER GO." I shout at him angrily, he turns around and looks at me all drunk-like. " No." he simply said. That turned my vision red, nothing was there but red. By the time my vision cleared he was on the floor with a bottle sticking out of his head. Then my gaze shifted to Y/n, she was unconscious and losing a lot of blood, I picked her up bridal style and ran like MY life depended on it which it kind of did since Y/n was pretty much my life, I reached the hospital and flew through the doors and started to yell at the counter, the nurse at the counter widened her eyes at Y/n's limp body and shouted for help.
" Please help her!" I plead. The doctors came with the stretcher and put her on the white sheets rushing her to room 404, Y/n's favorite numbers. How odd...
Y/n's POV
I hear beeping, a slight snoring, and I feel sore. 'Well duh! You were almost beaten to death!' I mentally chastise myself. I slowly open my eyes so the bright light doesn't sear my corneas. I shift, but I yelp as pain strikes through me.
" Ah Wha-?" A voice groggily shouts, it takes me a second to realize who was sleeping. " Robbie?" I say staying in one place not wanting to move. " Y/n? Ar-are? YOUR AWAKE!!!!!" I hear from the right of me as someone shoots up out of the chair. He comes into my view and I gasp,
" Oh Robbie..." I say sadly. " You don't know what you got yourself into." I stroke his bruised face with concern, this wasn't supposed to happen. He shouldn't have gotten involved. He grabbed my hand and forced me to look at him, his eyes were fierce and determined as a he held my hand.
" Oh, who the fuck cares? You're mine, no one else hurts what's mine." He tells me leaning down to peck my lips, I steal I quick glance at the door. 404... Thanks mum.
