In Front of Everyone -Reader x Banana Bus Crew

Memories of the Past

Your POV

     "Hm?" I mumble, sounding tired. I open my eyes to meet with ice blue ones. I quickly recognized the face of Brian and how can I not miss the Irish accent? He smiled at me as I gave him a small grin and stretch my arms above my head.

      "Mind if I sit here?" he asked shyly.

     "Make yourself at home!" I sighed happily. He chuckled as he settled in to the empty spot next to me, his presence somehow made me feel safe. I slouched in my seat once again, Brian watched me as I groaned.

     "What's wrong? Ye seem sad and it looks like a you've fought with a bear?" he asked. I look over to him then back at the ceiling and chuckled softly.

      "Me and Vanoss had a meet up in homeroom, I'm okay though." I explain. I glance over to Brian to see that his ice blue eyes were now dark with anger. I get up slowly to not cause any attention, his eyes followed my movement. He quickly grabbed a hold of my shoulder, I looked over to him scared.

      "He punched ye?" his Irish accent growled deeply. I gulped and slowly nodded, his eyes turned darker-if that's even possible,"Tat's it! We're gonna meet up with tem after school!" he declared.

     "Really, Brian?! It's the first day of school, especially for me, and you wanna start a fight?!" I argued.

     "Do ye want te keep getting beat up?!" he fought back. I froze, that question paralyzed me, it brought back lost memories. I quickly pushed the thoughts out of my head before my anxiety can wash over me.

     I can't. It's happening again.

[flashback]

"You little piece of shit!" one of them shouted angrily at me. He kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall but, the other held me up.

"Leave me alone! I've never done anything to you!" I screamed, hoping they would stop the pain.

"Doesn't matter! Your a disappointment to the world!" the other one laughed. They slapped my face as they finally let go of me, I probably looked horrible by now"I wish we never even had you!" she screamed. I couldn't handle the pain no more, I ran out of what I used to call my home. I ran and ran and ran,l till it seemed like forever. I was small and unhealthily thin, they hadn't been caring for me right. The low temperatures of winter burned against my warm cheeks. I stopped running when I came upon a little store. I dashed inside and let the sudden warmth sooth my tired muscles.

      "What's wrong honey?" a gentle, motherly voice asked. I turned to see an lady about in her 50's, I began to sob. I fell to the ground, she joined with me and began to hug me,"Sh, calm down sweetie, what's wrong?" she petted my hair.

      "M-My Mommy and D-Daddy abuse me!" I cried. It's true, my parents have been abusing me since I was in 3rd grade. I was now in 7th grade and also being bullied from some immature 8th grader.

     "Oh! You poor, little angel! Nigel! Call 911!" she shouted. A man, who I assumed was 'Nigel', came running into the room.

      "What's happening Debra!" he yelled worriedly.

      "This little angel came running in crying because her parents are abusing her!" she said on the verge of tears. Nigel's eyes narrowed, he turned to face my trembling body.