My Digital Escape One Shots

I Swear To Fuck, Kyle, Gtfo

A/N it was requested. She said fluff or smut, and I think that the plot she gave me wouldn't be appropriately written out unless there was smut. This is going to be a three parts. First part set up and plot intro, second part smut and a cliffhanger, third part happy ending. So enjoy.

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Getting abused is horrible.

Running away is no way to solve your problems.

But finding a family that will take you in and will treat you like a goddamn person and not a worthless piece of garbage is like a fucking miracle. You do not take it for granted. And you didn't.

You were abused by your father. He never loved you, but as soon as your mother left him, saying that she couldn't handle raising a child, he physically showed his hatred for you.

But you escaped him and his evil ways. The man you loathed was far away. He couldn't hurt you anymore. But it was winter time, you didn't have a place to live, and it was fucking cold.

You had a few bucks, but that wasn't enough to survive. You had the idea of calling up an old friend to see if maybe he would help you out, but it seemed a little unlikely that he would even pick up, much less help you.

Despite your doubts, you put two quarters into the payphone and dialed his number. It rang once, then twice, three times...you were beginning to lose hope...four times, five ti-

"Hi, this is Bryan Stars speaking, " he said.

"Hey, Bryan, it's Y/N," you said, your own voice sounding hoarse and unhealthy.

"Y/N! Hey, it's been forever. After your mom left it's like you did too. I haven't heard from you since that day. How have you been?" You smiled at his excited tone, tears rising to your eyes.

"Would you believe me if I told you I ran away?" He went silent.

"Where are you right now?"

"Small town in Oregon. Brownsville, I think." You heard the jingling of car keys.

"I'm coming to get you," he said.

"I was just calling to see if I could stay at your place for a little. I wasn't asking for you to drive seven hundred miles to pick me up."

"I'll be there in a few hours." And he hung up.

He was true to his word, though, and in three hours he was there. He threw his arms around your small, cold frame and pulled you into his warm car.

"It's great to see you," he said. You were definitely cold, and you felt bad that he drove all this way to pick you up. He didn't seem to mind though, turning around and beginning the drive back home to his house. "Now, if you don't mind me asking, why did you run away?"

"My dad hates me," you said simply.

"I doubt he actually-" You rolled up your sleeves to show him the bruises on your arms. You felt bad putting him in this kind of position. "Oh. Well then maybe you had very right to escape that little fucker."

"Yep. Thanks for picking me up, by the way. You didn't have to. I could've taken a bus or something."

"Nah, I definitely had to pick you up."

"But you didn't."

"Would you even have the cash to take that many buses to our apartment?" You were silent. You barely had enough money to get breakfast earlier that morning. "My point exactly. Now, we won't be staying at the house for very long. We have places to go, and there is no way I'm leaving you behind. I'm sure we could use an extra merch girl anyways. We always seem to be understaffed."