bowers gang x trans male reader

chapter 8

Y/n's pov:
I woke up with a pounding headache, similar to when I found my parents beating my sister. I was confused because Violet hadn't woken me up for school and she usually does. Slowly sat up and realized,
'i wasn't in my room'
This wasn't a room in my house, so whose house is this?
I heard yelling from outside the door.
"THATS NOT HOW YOU MAKE THE COFFEE, YOU'RE GOING TO RUIN IT" the males voice said, it sounded like Reggie.
"THEN YOU MAKE IT FUCKWAD" another voice that sounded like Patrick yelled out.
I got up and ran to the light, I flipped the switch and here I sat in a room that looks like my dream. It was decked out in animal bones, my favorite bands, and my favorite books.
I looked at the time on my watch: 10:04AM. I must have been asleep for a while. I might as well go talk to them and ask why I'm here.
I walked out of the room and followed the voices, they led me to a kitchen where all four of the bowers gang sat.
"Hi darling! How'd you sleep?" Reggie excitedly said.
"I slept fine- um why am I here?" I questioned.
" Well-" Reggie started but was cut off my Henry.
"Your sister kicked you out and asked that you come stay with us for a while." Henry said with a smile on his face.
"Okay, I guess. But you could have talked to me before picking me up in the middle of the night and moving me to a random house." I said confused.
As I started walking back to the room I was in my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled into someones chest.
Henry had pulled me in for a hug, it was nice I'll admit but I wasn't wearing a binder and I was really dysphoric. I yanked away and backed up.
"What's wrong my prince?" Henry asked.
"Um I have to tell you guys something." I blurted out.
All eyes on me in that moment as I searched for the right words to say. I opened my mouth and no sound came out. Finally I spoke,
"I'm uh transgender, it means I was born as a girl but now I'm a boy and I don't want to make you feel bad but I really don't want anyone touching me when I don't have a binder on because it makes me feel dysphoric and makes me feel like a girl whenever someone is close to my boobs." I ranted.
The boys didn't seem surprised at all. I started to walk back to the room again when I was stopped by a voice,
"We know y/n and we don't see you any differently," Reggie said with a goofy smile on his face.
"We still see you as a boy and that's not gonna change no matter what parts you have," Patrick said with a similar smile on his face.
"We love you," victor told me.
They love me? I thought they were just my friends I didn't know that they felt more than that. I'm starting to become a little suspicious about this whole thing.
"Um- can I call violet?" I asked.
By saying her name I created an uncomfortable atmosphere in the room.
"Darling why?" Henry asked.
"I just want to talk to her."
"Well you can't" Henrys tone got more aggressive.
"Why not?" I questioned.
"Because shes dead" Henry smiled as if he hadn't just told me my best friend was dead.
I fell to my knees and stared at the ground for a while. My mind was racing and tears were starting to fall from my eyes, my sliced up eye burned due to the salt of my tears. I couldn't hold back now. My sister was dead and there was no one to take care of me.
"FUCK!" I screamed out, any noise I made came out as sobs and I knew in that moment I was trapped and there was no way out.
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Authors note:
I'm starting to really understand what direction I want this story to go in. So I'll be trying to update twice a week or maybe more if possible.
Love ya!
-B.