My Damsel In Distress (Jean X Reader) (High school AU)

Chapter 12

You walked inside the house and sighed.

"Mom! I'm home and please bring some towels that you hate," you called as you stood in the doorway dripping wet.

"Honey what happened? Was it at work? How would you turn red there," she said rushing over with a few old towels.

You grabbed them and began to use them up. "About that. I-I lost my job. I was fired."

"How? You're a good and hard worker," she said kindly.

"I made a promise to a friend that I would support him at his football try outs. I could tell he was nervous. And I was running late either way," you said and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'll find a new job."

"New job?" Your father said as he walked down the stairs.

Your eyes widened in fear but continued to wipe yourself off.

"Yeah. I got fired from my last one," you said. "I went to my friend's football tryouts."

Your father stood in front of you and then slapped you across the face causing you to fall to the ground.

"Get up," he yelled and kicked you in the stomach.

You winced and cried in pain as you began to stand up.

"Who is this friend?"

"He's a boy I met at school. He's one of my closest friends since we moved here," you said.

He kicked you again but in the leg and you fell to your knees and winced.

"You like him don't you," your father hissed. "That's weak. What matters is you getting better grades than anyone else and working a lot after school for money."

"So that you can just waist it on beer," you shot back.

"You son of a b-" he said but was then cut off.

"Leave her alone you jerk," your mother yelled. "She's our child. You should be treating her like she's a precious item you treasure not throwing her around like garbage."

"I do treat her like that but the kid needs discipline time to time," he shot back.

As they continued arguing you reached for the phone and dialed the only person you could count on at this moment.

"(Y/n)," they answered.

"Jean. Call the police please and please come help me," you cried.

"(Y/n)! What's wrong? What is happening!?"

"Hey get off the phone you little brag," your father yelled.

"Jean please," you yelled before your father smashed your phone.

Your eyes widened. "You've been no father to me! You beat me when I do something wrong but I'm just a kid right now who makes mistakes that's who I am. I may be weak or not the most perfect person but that doesn't mean you can treat me like shit!"

"You," your father growled and then grabbed you by the throat.

"Get off of her," your mother yelled and slapped your father causing him to drop you.

You landed with a loud thud and you gasped for air.

"Jean please," you cried.

I am sorry but Jean with save you don't worry