See Right Through Me - Millard Nullings x reader

1 Tragedy's escape

Y/n pov
I ran. I don't know how long I ran for. I just kept running. I could feel the cuts on my feet. I'm surprised I wasn't leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind me.

I had to run from him. My whole life I've been trying to get away from him. I can't believe I escaped him. I quickly ducked behind a tree. If he  caught me-

I covered my mouth as I heard footsteps coming closer. "Where are you? FREAK! Come out girly!"
I closed my eyes hoping he wouldn't see me.

"Gotcha!!!" He grabbed my arm and I screamed. I wasn't giving up I had to get away this time. I know he's my father but after everything he's done to me I have to leave. I grabbed the knife from my pocket and stabbed him in his heart.

He lurched and blood quickly started to flow from his mouth. He looked into my eyes one last time before he fell onto the soft dirt in the woods. I could barely see him because of the pitch black night.

I fell to my knees with tears streaming down my face. Why was I crying? After everything he did to me I should be happy. But he was my father and the only person I had to call my family. He was all I had even though he was so awful.

"Daddy, daddy I'm sorry. But you know I had to." I kept sobbing. My emotions were taking over my every thought. "You knew it was coming. I knew you loved me but if you truly loved me you wouldn't have-" I cut myself off with a sob.

I wiped my tears away and stood up. I pulled the knife from the middle of my father's chest and wiped off the excess blood on my long white night gown. I bent down and shut his eyes and kissed his head before beating him senseless. What? He deserved it. I've had to deal with his torment for the last 10 years when my mother died. I'm 16 now. I can handle myself. And I will never need a man ever again.

I walked slowly out of the woods. My feet stinging like crazy. I finally made it back to our small house. This house was never my home but I had to come back. Only for tonight.

I walked into the front door. Everything disheveled. Broken shelves, stains. I walked past all of that and into my room. I grabbed my suitcase and stuffed what little belongings I had left and things of my mother into it. I changed into one of the few outfits I had and threw away my nightgown. Before I walked out the door I grabbed my favorite books. I turned around one last time and see something on the other side of the room. I walk over to the small picture of my mother. As soon as I pick up the frame it shatters and the picture falls out. I toss the remaining frame pieces to the side and pick up the picture that fell out. I turn it over and find something written on the back.

Y/n,
You share something very special with your grandmother. It's not only special, it's peculiar! If anything happens to either of us I want you to go to Ms. Peregrines. You should know where to go. I love you my dear.
Mommy

Tears started to form in my eyes again. "I love you too, mommy," I whisper and pocket the picture. I grab my bag and walk out of the house after quickly checking the clock. 2:17 am.

As I was walking I couldn't stop rereading the note. Who is Ms. Peregrine? And what does she know? How am I so special, so peculiar?

I walk around the small island. I never knew what it was called. Cornhole? That's not right.

I walk around farther until I reach a sign, Cairnholm, right. That was what the island was called. I soon reached the special spot that I vividly remember going sometimes with my mom. I arrive at the abandoned house. I sit on one of the musty couches and look around. My mom took me here sometimes. I don't know why, there is so much broken glass and radiation from the bomb. I get off of the couch and find another one that is much cleaner in what used to be the parlor. I fell asleep after about an hour of crying.