DaithiDeNogla x reader

Against the odds

My eyes were downcast, my legs pushing me past the crowd that seemed to be bent against me. They were blocking me from the safety of my classroom, with the only teacher that actually cared about what went on. Yet it seemed as though today wasn't one of my lucky days.
"Hey ya focker, why you running so fast?" My stomach dropped, my breath hitching. Slowly, I turned around, facing the man that seemed to hate me so much, even with the feelings I had for him.
"...I'm sorry..." I muttered. Yet he didn't seem to hear as he slammed me into the lockers, anger covering his face.
"Well you should be. Where's what you owe me, bitch?" He growled into my ear, his hands holding onto the jacket I had on.
"... H-how much..." It came out as a whisper, my eyes begging to be shut, my body straining to turn away. Though if I gave in, I knew that the punishment would be much worse. The truth was, I only had fifteen dollars on me at the moment, and probably some change. If it wasn't deemed enough by him, I was likely to get beat- or worse.
"Why don't you tell me what you have this time. Maybe I'll go easy on you this time." A malicious glint filled his eyes, a smirk across his face. The hall had begun to clear by now, leaving me alone to face my bully.
"Fifteen.. And some change..." I looked away this time, not daring to look him in the eye. I'd probably get beat for that, too.
"No. Twenty. Get it out, now. If you don't have that, then it'll be a lot fockin worse for every cent off you are." He pushed me into the lockers even more, making the metal dig into my back.
All of a sudden, he let go, stepping back a bit so that I could gather all the money that I had. I was breathing shakily as I kneeled down, grabbing the bills that were present. I was wrong, it was seventeen. Even if it was more, I was pretty sure that he'd beat me for saying I had fifteen.
I opened my bag, digging through to find the change. Relief hit me as I found that it was mostly quarters and dimes, yet the nagging voice in the back of my mind told me that I would probably still be in pain by the end of the day.
Slowly, I counted it up. I made it up to nineteen dollars, with a couple of quarters and a small amount of dimes. Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety... There was no other dime to be held in sight.
"I don't have all day, ya cunt." My eyes flicked up, just barely meeting his.
"... Nineteen ninety..." Was all I said, handing him the money with shaking hands.
"Well, looks as though you're not getting out of this one." He yanked me up by my hair, throwing me against the damned lockers once again. A punch was landed on my stomach making me double over, only for him to pull me up.
He backhanded me, the force making me stumble to the side. Tears clouded my eyes, yet refused to spill over.
"What, gonna cry, ya little whore? Go ahead, I can make it worse if you do." He pushed me to the floor, watching me go into the fetal position. A hard kick was delivered to my side, making me wince and cry out.
An eternity later,  he seemed to be satisfied, leaving me there on the ground.
The instant he was out of sight, I pulled myself up, crying into my arms. Why the hell am I so stupid? What type of fate is this? To love someone who hated you... It was truly horrible.
"Why do I love you, you asshole? What did I do to deserve this? Can you not just love me back? Why? Why did I have to be born? David, please don't keep doing this to me..." The tears were now cascading down my cheeks, the mascara I had on running down my face like tiny rivers.
I pulled myself up, heading for the bathroom. I curled up in the stall furthest from the door, not hearing it open after me. By now, I was rocking myself back and forth, wiping away the makeup that had tried to run. Slowly, the doors from the other stalls were slammed open, making me jump. I started hyperventilating as whoever it was continued to get closer. Right as the person stopped in front of my stall, the bathroom door slammed open.
I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around my head as unintelligible yelling started up. The sounds of the two fighting outside my stall ensued the yelling. Curiosity got the better of me as I opened the stall, making me gasp at the sight.
An old man, seemingly in his late forties, was wrestling with someone on the ground, who I couldn't make out. But what I could see made my heart jump into my throat. The older man held a gun, with the other man desperately trying to get it out of his grasp.
Without thinking, I launched myself at the two. I wasn't thinking about the pain. Or the fact that I could be killed. All that was on my mind was making sure that the other man wasn't hurt. I was quickly slammed into the ground as I grappled for the gun, getting it out of his hand for a few seconds before it slid across the bathroom- towards the person. My eyes widened as I realized who it was, but the moment of distraction was enough for the man above me to grab a knife, driving it down into my shoulder. It ripped through my skin as the scream did from my throat, the noise ringing throughout the room.
Blood flowed from the wound as he quickly made another one, closer to my neck, yet not as deep. My vision faded, the weight above me leaving. Right as my hearing started to fade, I heard someone yelling. Oh well, surely they can let me sleep, right? It's not as though there was a point to me living. David hated me, though I loved him. Whether I lived through this or died, it didn't matter. He'd want his money still.

A/N- apologies for leaving this off the way it is, I might continue later. As always, requests open.