You are in your room, listening to some music, when your hear loud crashes and screams.
You run down the stairs, pocket knife in the waistband of your jeans, although it wouldnt do much help agaisnt intruders, you grabbed it just to be safe.Shattered glass and other wreckage is strewn across the floor. You grab your flip flops from the base of the stairs and creep around the house, ready to find some sort of bad guy lurking around.
As you look around the corner of the hall, you see a dark figure.
....that couldnt be. It was your father. You had heard stories from your mother of how violent he could be when he was drunk. Tears pricked at your eyes. It wasnt until later you found the divorce papers, primly signed by your mom, who was probaly screwing some 22 year old model hottie as this all happened.You growled and ran back up to your room, and cried as you listened to your music curled up in a ball on your bed. This would all be over soon...you repeted over and over in your head.
** 6 months later **
School was about 3 months in, and you felt much better. Your dad was getting better, step by step. However, there was still a problem...
"Hey babe," a boy with a black mohawk crows, putting his arm around you. This was the most popular boy in school, Zayn Bradley. He was a sweet and honest boy, the kind who cared about politics and had good grades, the one everyone likes...
Haha, sweet. Sure...
Zayns popularity had made you popular too, but you didnt want to be popular. You hung out with a girl named chica. She was a bit heavy, and her cheeks were chubby and bright pink and her clothes were all happy and colorful, so she was subject to bullies, and you hated that.
You talked with Zayn for a while, and then you both had to go to your homerooms.
About five minutes in, a boy with platnium blond hair and bright blue eyes came in. Everyone stared. The teacher introduced him as Gavin Fazbear, and you looked at a popular boy you knew, Freddy fazbear. He did mention a brother...and they did both have the same bright blue eyes. You thought Gavin (who insisted to be called gold) was pretty cute, actually.
The first period was the same teacher as the homeroom, so you stayed in the class. So did Gold.
"Okay...(y/n) how about you work wuth our new student, gold.) The teacher, ms. Stevenson said. You let out a cheer in your head. Maybe this boy was sweet and gentle, unlike Zayns true side...
***
At lunch, chica and gold were sitting on either side of you. Zayn had seemed pissed that you found a guy to sit with, but you didnt give a shit.
You also had other friends; fox, bonnie, and freddy. You were going to Chicas house with them after school, along with gold, and you couldnt wait to get out of school.
(Sorry this chappie is kinda rushedddd ^^;)
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Me And My Broken Heart//Golden Freddy X Abused! Reader
Fiksi Penggemar(Y/n) (l/n) is a 16 year old girl, who has already been through a life time of pain. Her father was sober for years, but your mother sent him the divorce papers and now its back to alcohal for him. Plus, Zayn, your boyfriend, is an abusive person, b...