MUTE [A Chris Colfer Imagine]

Mute 6/?

WARNINGS FOR VIOLENCE.
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Chris dropped me off at my house, and I left him with the promises of seeing him tomorrow and a kiss on the cheek.

I opened the front door with a grin on my face but that soon vanished as I heard the drunken roar of my father. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!!!!" I stared at him in shock. I was scared, no I wasn't scared, I was petrified. I'd never had a good relationship with my dad and when he started drinking it got a whole lot worse. I tried to sign to him but he just pushed me against the wall. "YOU KNOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING WHEN YOU FLAP YOUR HANDS ABOUT LIKE THAT! USE YOUR FUCKING WORDS."

I didn't notice the tears streaming down my face until I felt them hit my lips. I wished Chris would knock on the door saying he forgot something but I knew that he was long gone by now. I stood there as my dad shouted in my face and it wasn't until I felt a hand connect with my cheek, and the stinging against my face that I realised my dad had just hit me. He'd never hurt me before, and he looked just as shocked as I did. He stumbled backwards as I stood there with my hand on my cheek and tears running down my face. I ran past my dad and stumbled up fe stairs to my bedroom, I felt sick.

It took me a while to calm down, but when I did, I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I winced at how red my cheek was knowing that there would be a bruise tomorrow. I was supposed to meet Chris tomorrow, but I couldn't go out now, nobody could know what happened. What started as the most happiest day, didn't end as the happiest day.

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I didn't dare to leave my room the next day. I was scared, I looked into the mirror and winced as I saw a huge bruise on the right side of my face. My phone buzzed on the bedside table and I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be meeting up with Chris again - I knew that I couldn't now. I had to try my hardest to keep this from Chris, and from Liam.

[INCOMING MESSAGE: CHRIS] Good morning beautiful! I was thinking we could go for brunch and then do a little shopping? Xxx

I didn't reply to him, I couldn't and instead, I turned my phone off. Once I heard the front door closing signalling that my dad had left, I went downstairs to get some ice for my face.
I didn't know what to do with myself, I was kind of lost and in a trance. My dad had never hit me before, and I knew he needed help. I hated my dad so much, but I loved him also - he was my dad, he's the one who makes sure that I have clothes on my back, and my belly is fed.

Deep down, I knew that he wasn't a bad person, no matter what Liam constantly told me.

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It was about 2pm, and I heard a knock on the front door. I frowned wondering who it was and made my way downstairs forgetting all about my face. It was probably Liam, he was the only person who came to my house. I opened the door and let out a gasp as I saw who was standing there. It was Chris.

"Hey [Y/N], I tried texting you but I-" He looked up at me and stopped. His eyes widened and he gasped. "What happened?" Suddenly I knew what he was talking about. I looked away from him and averted my eyes. I felt his fingers tilt my chin up but I still wouldn't look him in the eyes. "Hey," He whispered. "Look at me."

I look up to him and winced as he touched my cheek. 'IT'S NOT THAT BAD'. I signed.

"Not bad?!" He asked scandalised. "I wanna know who do this so I can kill them!"

I didn't answer him, he couldn't know who did it but it was pretty clear to him that he knew who did it, on our date I told him how I only live with my dad and that he had a drinking problem.

'HE DIDN'T MEAN TO!' I defended my dad. I know I shouldn't, but he was my dad.

"He still did it!" Chris cried. "You can't defend him, you need to tell somebody!"

'NO' I pleaded immediately. I couldn't have anybody finding out. 'PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYBODY. HE WON'T DO IT AGAIN, I PROMISE YOU!'

I was surprised Chris could understand what I was signing with how fast I was going. He looked at me, he could see my eyes filling with tears and sighed. "Fine," He took my hand. "I won't say anything but if he does it again, I'm not keeping quite because I won't see somebody I care about getting hurt."

'YOU CARE ABOUT ME?' I looked at him through my lashes. A part of me didn't believe him.

"Of course I do.." He cupped the side of my cheek that wasn't bruised. "I know it's only been a short amount of time but I care about you so much and that is why I need you to promise me that if anything like this happens again, you'll send me a text so I can come get you."

'OK'. I promised him because if it happened again, I knew I'd need to get away from here. 'BUT YOU LIVE AGES AWAY'.

"I only live 2 hours away sweetheart," He told me leaving me in shock. Only 2 hours away? It meant that I could drive there or he could drive here. "I'd drive hours to come get you."

I couldn't believe how much this man was willing to do for me, did he really care that much about me? My eyes shone with tears, nobody had ever cared about me this much. I stepped closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"So I was thinking," He stepped back and took my hands in his again. He started swinging our hands between each other causing me to smile and forget about all the events of yesterday. "We could go out today for a little shopping spree as planned, and tomorrow, we can go on another date before I have to leave."

'OKAY I WOULD LOVE THAT' Another date tomorrow? I could feel myself getting excited. 'I JUST NEED TO GO AND COVER MY FACE'

Chris looked at me in understanding, and kissed my forehead. "Ok beautiful, I'll go wait in my car whilst you go and get yourself ready."

I closed the door behind Chris a ran upstairs. I chose a pair of leggings, with my NYC tee, Chris' jacket he gave me to wear yesterday, and my favourite high tops. I could only hope my dad didn't show up whilst I was covering the bruise on my cheek. I couldn't focus on him though, I had to focus on enjoying my time with Chris before he left.