Your POV
YN= Your Name"YN! What the hell are you doing that's taking so long?! Don't make me come up there and beat your skinny little-" Phil yelled
"I'm putting on makeup calm down!" I yelled down the stairs.
"Don't you yell at me!" He screamed, stomping up the stairs.
Oh no! I ran as fast as I possibly could to get into the closet before he got into the room. The door slammed open and you could smell the alcohol he'd been drinking and tobacco. I covered my mouth so he couldn't hear my heavy breathing. If he caught me here he'd beat the living hell out of me. The door creaked open and he grabbed my foot from under a mound of clothes that stank like raw sewage. Dragging you through the door he slammed a glass bottle over my head.
"I said don't hide from me! You thought I couldn't find you huh?"
He picked me up off the floor and spit in my face a mix of spit and tobacco. After repeatedly punching me all over, he left. I went to look at the mirror to see the damage. I was numb with fear and cold. I had too many injuries to cover after 4 months. My lip was bleeding, I had 2 black eyes, bruises on my chest, arms and face and I was so skinny you could see and count my ribs.
After that I couldn't take it any more. I locked the door and grabbed my emergency go bag. Shoving small extras like my phone, pictures, and a couple books, I went for the window so I could get to my car. Phil had motion sense cameras so he'd see me when I got in my car. I got in as fast as possible and sped off. Phil threw bottles and things at my windows while I was backing out. Some shattered. I feared my tires would run flat but they didn't. I drove for an hour until I ended up in a Walmart parking lot. It was 2 AM. Nothing was open at this hour. I think Bruno still has that address, I can drive up there!
When I got there I was so afraid Phil called Bruno looking for me. I spent 10 minutes trying to cover up my bruises but it didn't work. I just threw on my hoodie even though it was like 85 degrees out, and walked up to his door. I waited for 5 minutes for Bruno to open the door. I sat on the steps counting the seconds until light splashed the path up to the door. I looked up and Bruno was shirtless with black boxers on, rubbing his face.
"YN? What are you doing at 2:30 AM at my house?" he asked while he walked me in, "Take off your hoodie, it's super hot in here."
I took it off. He stared at me speechless. I looked up into his deep brown eyes and told him everything, "Phill beat me and I left him. He has been for months. I have no food, no money, and nowhere to stay so I came here."
"YN, why didn't you tell everyone? You could have stayed with me or Kameron or even my sisters!"
"He wouldn't let me. I tried to leave once but he... he hit me with bottles, and threw plates at me, he would even spit on me and knock me unconscious.." I said, tears starting to drop from my eyes.
"Don't cry. Do you need a hug?" He asked me quietly.
"Please." I cried softly.
His embrace was warm and comforting. I felt safe with Bruno. Bruno wouldn't hurt me. Phil couldn't hurt me here. I fell to the floor, and all I could remember was Bruno holding me tight.
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Bruno Mars Fanfiction
FanfictionBe warned. There's gonna be cussing(just a lil bit). Get over it. No sex, just making out, sleeping together I'll just drop off the chapter before it gets serious. Abuse of people, drugs, alcohol. New chapters begin in another time unless it's a pa...