I drove home extremely beaten and bruised. Blood stained the back of my white shirt and my (h/c) hair, which was extremely knotted and tangled. Buttons from my top were missing from when he tore it open.
My lip was busted open and swollen, and my left eye was a blue-purple color and also swollen. The part of my chest that was revealed had a dark bloody bruise on it in the shape of his boot. I hurt all over.
My parents were still asleep by the time I got home. I rushed straight to the shower and washed myself off from all the blood and sweat.
I felt a gash in the back of my head where the blood came from.
I am NOT going back there. Ever.
After a day of sleeping and hiding from my parents, it was time to go back, and I wasn't about to at all.
Until my dad came up and almost saw me.
I threw the covers over myself and curled up.
"Are you going to work?" I hear his voice at the foot of my bed.
"No. " I groan.
"Good. Now you can come down and say hello to your aunt Cas.
It was silent for a moment before I replied.
"Actually, I'm going to work." I say quietly.
I hear him groan a little and walk out the room.
I hopped out from under my blankets and ran to my bathroom. I rummaged through the draws and pulled out a dark crimson lipstick. I applied it over my formerly swollen lips to cover up the bruise. After that, I grabbed some foundation and covered up the black eye the best that I could. I topped it all off with some metal-frame sun glasses to cover up.
I then ran to my wardrobe, where I grabbed a black T-Shirt, a long denim jacket, and dark skinny jeans.
After looking in my body mirror, I decided I looked good enough to cover up.
I hopped down the steps and into the living room. "Going to work!" I yell as I grab the keys.
"Wait! You don-" I hear my mother begin to yell before I slammed the front door and got in my car with a baseball bat.
I sat in silence for a second, staring out at the house. Where a, I supposed to go until 6 am? I can't go to work but I can't stay home...
Then, my phone rang.
I dug around in the console of my car and found the device.
I quickly answered it, and it was Mike.
"Hey, (Y/n), are you coming in tonight or what?" He urgently asks.
"Uh..." I glance at the baseball bat. "...yeah. I guess I am." I sigh.
"Good. Hurry. I'm trying to leave this place as soon as possible." He said with a click. The phone call was abruptly ended.
I took a deep breath and gripped the wheel in my sweaty palms.
Here we go again.
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Bring Life - FNAF x Reader
Fanfiction***DISCLAIMER: OUTDATED LORE*** You're hounded by your father to get a job or do something with your life. Despite your age, you still considered yourself a child. You managed to get a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You rub it in your father's face...
