England X Abused! Reader - Magic

4. Crying

Hey guys! Here's a new part of this series, I'm still trying to decide which book I should post alongside this but it's down to two votes which is
-Norway X Abused! Reader
-Spain X Bullied! Reader
Please let me know which one you'd rather read, and I'll upload it, the most votes wins
And don't worry because all the stories I've mentioned here will be posted eventually. For now enjoy this part and thank you very much for any feedback!

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(F/N) was thrown harshly towards the stairs with full force; as she came into contact she heard a painful crack. (B/N) had either broken one of her ribs or he'd broken the wooden stairs she'd impacted with. Either way: he didn't care.

He menacingly walked towards her, gritting his teeth as he grabbed her by the collar, making her let out a small whimper. He brought his face as close as he could to hers as his façade from earlier when Arthur was still there, had quickly disappeared.

"So, making friends are we?" He growled. (F/N) could smell the beer on his breath from all the drinking he'd been doing. He threw her back down to the ground and pressed his foot down on her stomach hard. "I don't care what the fuck you do at school, but don't be fucking brining them to this house, and don't let them walk you home!!" He yelled furiously, kicking the poor girl in the stomach.

He glared down at her and spat before trudging away. That was all for tonight, or so (F/N) thought. He turned round and grinned as (F/N) began to sit herself up, as much as it hurt.

"Are you sure your little boyfriend is actually real? Maybe he's imaginary?" He taunted making (F/N) bite her lip to stop herself from crying. "He's probably just one of those 'magical creatures' that you see, freak." His grin grew wider, and for once (F/N) felt anger boil up inside her.

"They're not fake! And Arthur's not fake either!" She yelled, loud enough to match her brother's booming voice. Though she instantly regretted it, nonetheless, she kept at it too; even if she felt her courage slowly die away.

"Hm? Did you just speak back to me you little bitch?" (B/N) said, stepping towards (F/N) again. (F/N) felt panic rise in her chest, but she kept defending her point. Arthur wasn't imaginary, her friends were real.

"Everything I see isn't fake! B-Because, Arthur can see them too.." She trembled as (B/N)'s facial expression grew more and more furious. Her voice slowly became a whisper. "We're.. Not freaks..."

By this point (B/N) was absolutely furious, and (F/N) regretted every word that had came out of her mouth. Next thing she new, she had been thrown across the room yet again, but this time she was unfortunate enough to smash into a large mirror in the hallway. The mirror shattered upon impact, many shards of glass digging shallow yet painful cuts into (F/N)'s delicate (S/C) skin.

She let out a yelp of pain as she fell down to the ground, leaving a small puddle of blood. And to worsen it all, (B/N) then decided to finish 'teaching his lesson' for talking back by kicking her already battered and crumpled form in the stomach. (F/N) felt her tears mix with the blood. She was picked up and dragged around the back of the house to the garage. The door was opened and she was thrown in there onto the stone cold floor.

"That's what you get for talking back to me bitch. Now stay here with no food or water for the rest of the night." He scoffed. Just as he was closing the door he muttered: "Hopefully you'll just die there anyway.."

Darkness enveloped the room as the door was closed, the only light, which was moonlight, came from the small window on the wall. (F/N) hugged her knees close to her chest. There was no way to escape, the window was way to high for her to reach, and she barely had the energy to climb. She let her head rest against the stone cold walls of the empty garage.

She felt tears prickle her eyes, and soon enough, she was crying yet again. Though this time, without Arthur comfort or presence. 

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Meanwhile, Arthur was quickly running down the street, trying to remember back the way to (F/N)'s house. He didn't have a second to waste and one wrong turn could be fatal. Luckily though, the Flying Mint Bunny was leading him, in a way. As if it knew where (F/N) was.

He finally arrived at her house, and hid behind a tree. If (B/N) saw him, he'd find it suspicious, Arthur already looked suspicious enough already. The lights of the front room were on, and it was the only light of any of the room's that were on.

Non of the top floor room's lights were on either, which meant (F/N)'s rooms light wasn't on. Was she even in her room? Something was odd. He dearly hoped he was mistaken about all of this, but it seemed to be proving itself true more and more.

Suddenly the Flying Mint Bunny rushed off towards the back of the house, Arthur quickly chased after it. He kept his footsteps quiet and as light as he could. Eventually, while successfully remaining unnoticed, Arthur found himself standing at a garage.

Well, it looked more like a boring concrete box. It was a light grey colour and had one small window at the top. The Flying Mint Bunny easily slipped inside through the window, leaving Arthur behind. Obviously it had heard, or found something, or someone.

Though soon Arthur came to know why it had led him hear. As he got closer to the window, he could hear the faint sound of sniffing and sobbing. It sounded all too familiar.

It was exactly like when he'd met (F/N) for the first time, through the sound of her crying.

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