RUNAWAY - Detroit: Become Human (Ralph X Reader)

Part 1 - Runaway

Hi! I know this is like six years late or whatever but I just rewatched a playthrough of D:BH and I just HAD to write this. I know I'm doing like a oneshots at this time and I should probably work on my Outsiders story but the way my mind works is I get about a billion ideas and I have to work on them.
I can't focus on the other stories as much as I wish I could and eventually the same will happen again and this will be forgotten for while but I'm trying lol.

⚠️-There is some implied rape in here-⚠️ (I will warn you when it's approaching by using this: 🔴

This first chapter here is mostly just your backstory.

Also, you're 18+ years old

THE STORY

I lower my head and bite the inside of my cheek, stifling my cries as the tears blur my vision and the burning sting in my cheek grew, the heat building as the red print of a hand forms on my cheek.

"YOU'RE SO PATHETIC! YOU ALWAYS EXPECT EVERYONE TO FEEL BAD FOR YOU!" The sound of my father's screaming voice rings in my ears, the sound causing my head to hurt as I shut my eyes tightly.
"LET ME TELL YOU THIS: NO ONE FEELS BAD FOR YOU! NOBODY CARES! YOU ARE ALONE!"

And with that his hand swings up at the side of my vision, then came the impact.
The force of the slap was so strong the I jolted sideways, almost falling to my knees, but luckily he manage to grab at my hair before I could and pulled me up onto my feet.
"LOOK AT ME BITCH!" he screamed at my face, his saliva spitting on my cheeks with every word.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT! I AM YOUR FATHER! YOU OBEY ME!"
He tugs my hair back before turning me around and pinning my to the kitchen counter, holding my head down against the hard surface with a firm grip.
"And if you won't obey..."
His words trail off but there still hung the silent promise in his words, I know what was coming next.

⚠️🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴⚠️

🔴Next thing I knew my pants and underwear were off and my father's hot breath was fanning across the nape of my neck, hot tears streaming down my cheek on pooling on the counter as I brace myself for what's about to happen.🔴

⚠️🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴⚠️
(It's over)

Later that night I curled up on my bed with my comforter(or any blanket) pulled over me, holding it tightly against my body which still ached after what happened earlier.

'I hate him.'

I think to myself as I uncurl my body and slowly push the comforter off me, my eyes flickering to the doorway to my room.
I used to have a door on those hinges but after I locked myself in my room and wouldn't let my dad in when he was trying to beat me that one time he just took it away. Though, he probably would have taken it off it's hinges anyways since he seemed to like coming by my room to watch me change when I wasn't paying attention. I eventually started changing in the bathroom instead.

I slowly get up from my bed, trying not to make too much noise as to wake up my father.
I carefully creep my way across the room to my dresser, sliding it open and pulling out a pair of sweatpants(I was originally gonna make it so you had to imagine your own outfit but then we all know there would be that one impractical person that would wear a dress or something that is hard to run in) and a plain black T-shirt before slipping them on along with a pair of sneakers(or something similar to sneakers, idk, I'm not shoe person).
Once I've finished changing I grab my backpack and start emptying the pockets, not that it took very long since I haven't used it since my freshman year of high school. After I've emptied all the pockets I start to carefully roll my clothes up(Yes, I did say roll. You are rolling your clothes like giant swiss rolls or like giant burritos, the reasoning for this is that it actually takes up less space to roll them than to fold them so you can bring more with you. I use this for when I go camping or hiking.) and stuff them into the largest pocket of the bag.
Then I wander around my room grabbing random things: hygiene products(whatever is most important of this category. It can be deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, your choice), a drawing pad and pencil(sorry but you're kind of a casual artist in this. Also, it can be any kind of pencil. If you choose mechanical it will be accompanied by the required replacement lead), and a few other random items to keep me busy(man, idk, like a football or book or something).
Once I've stuffed everything in the bag I grab it and zip it closed before creeping my way out to the kitchen(no, your house does not have a built in pantry I swear to whatever deity you believe in- atheists, you're lucky), peaking around the corner to try and see through the door leading to the living room, seeing the TV light shining through the door.