Do You Feel Us Falling? (Dave Strider x Reader)

Chapter 32

sorry ;8; for not updating and also because I didnt reread this chapter but I think youll like it anyway.

Will you go out with me?

I stopped breathing, reading the last line over and over and over again.

"Dave?"

"Do you mean it?" I choked out. I held the note fiercely as if my life depended on the sheet of paper.

(Y/N) was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Yes."

-(reader pov)-

So, it was official. You and Dave were back together again. The world was returned to how it should be.

Dave never ever left your side, using your clumsiness as an excuse (it wasn't a very good one). Every morning, Dave even walked you to school, getting up early to make it to your house on time. He sat on your right at lunch and made sure that Maddie sat on your left. Any boy that came near was killed with Dave's laser glare. Both yours and Dave's grades went up- probably because you two made each other so happy. Sometimes, Dave wrote you little notes and slipped them in places you were sure to find them. They were now plastered to the entire inside of your locker along with several pictures of your adventures: Dave took you to Six Flags/Great America, the Kalahari, Disney on Ice, the Milwaukee Symphony, the Milwaukee Art Museum, Betty Brinn Children's Museum, Discovery World, and Milwaukee Public Museum.

Before this, though, there were some issues...

*le rewind* *VWHEEEEEEEEP*

You arrived at home, placing your backpack on the floor of the walkway entrance.

"Hello? I'm home!" You called. Sometimes your parents were still at work when you got home from-

"Get your ass in here right now, (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!"

Shit.

You ran as fast as you could to the kitchen, trying to keep an innocent look on your face. "Yep?" They know.

"We told you to stay away from that boy!" Dooley raised an arm and drew it down towards your shoulder. You ducked away, numb with shock.

"He is no good for you!" Condie shouted.

"No! I swear, he's not like that anymore!" Tears began to form in your eyes. This had begun to be a bit normal: the yelling, occasionally hitting. You hadn't told anyone because it wasn't very harsh, not even Maddie or Dave.

Condie grabbed your wrists, her fingers tight enough to make bruises.

Though you may not have said anything before, you screamed your lungs out now. You screamed louder and louder, waiting for someone to hear you.

Condie's eyes widened in surprise and she let go of your wrists, pressing her hands to your mouth. "Be quiet, you!"

The two stopped when there was a knock on the door. "Open up or we'll knock the door down!"

Dooley mumbled, "Shit. We're not home."

"Open up!" The knocks were more impatient.

You had to do something: you couldn't breathe. Condie's hands were tight around your mouth and nose. What could you do? With a realization, you bit down as hard as you could on her fingers. She screeched and let go. You took the opportunity to scream and take a few deep breaths.

"Help! They are in the kitchen!"

With that, the people and the door busted to door open with flashes of blue and red. The police!

You screamed again, allowing them to pinpoint your location. They came from every room entrance. You reached up with a feeble, bruised arm.

The nearest policeman ran to your aid and scooped you off of the floor. His strong arms carried you to the door and sat you on the stone step in front of the house. "Stay here, okay? I promise we'll take care of you when this is all over."

You nodded but tried to take a look inside. What were they arrested for? Surely you hadn't been screaming long enough for somebody to make a call to the police.

"(Y/N)!"

You recognized that voice. Your head spun around to find a medical aid place a shock blanket around your shoulders. This had all happened before when your parents had died: you were sitting on the front porch, comforted by a kind woman, promising everything would be alright.

That's not where the voice came from. You peeked around her and saw Dave. He was running up the driveway like a lunatic, trying to reach you. "(Y/N)!"

The medical woman tried to stop him but he pushed past her and wrapped his arms tight around your waist. His body was shaking. "What did they do to you?" Dave sobbed into your shoulder. He had found the bruises on your neck from Connie's hands.

"I'm okay, I promise." The medical aid tried to pry Dave away but you held a hand out to stop her then wrapped both arms around his neck.

"I'm gonna kill them," he whispered in your ear.

You giggled a bit. "Don't let the police catch you."

You noticed Dirk over Dave's shoulder and smiled at him. In fact, there were most of your neighbors there, too.

"Thank you, Dave." You kissed him softly on the cheek. His heart was beating against yours.

"Anytime."