Why Me? (Banana Bus Crew x Reader)

~Chapter 7 - met on the street~

'No, not here again,' I thought, finding myself leaning on a familiar tree. I started running down a different path than before, only to be met with another dead end. 'Are all these paths dead ends?!' I thought as I saw three figures standing before me. The first one was a woman and had (H/L), (H/C) hair just like me and hazel eyes. 'Mom,' I thought. The next figure was a boy with brown hair and brown eyes. 'Dylan' I thought once more. The last figure had brown hair like Dylan, but his was shorter and he had brown eyes. 'Dad' I thought lastly.

"You left me," my mother accused me," You left me to die."

"No I didn't mom! Dad did! I'm so sorry," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks and making my vision blurry.

"You left me in a horrible, cold prison," my dad added hatefully, and gave me the dirtiest look ever.

"It's what you deserved you bastard!" I screamed at my father, even though this was a dream.

"You didn't even attempt to look for me," Dylan scoffed and I looked at him with sad eyes.

"Dylan, I've come to every dead end just to find you," I replied truthfully. It was true. I looked in every square inch of Los Santos to find him, every dead end I would come to, I would just keep looking until I had to stop. When I couldn't find him and assumed he was dead, I knew I had lost my whole family.

"You're a HORRIBLE daughter AND sibling!" my mother screamed at me. My father and Dylan nodded in agreement. With the snap of my father's fingers, I was sent into a dark void. I tried to scream but no sound came out, I tried to struggle but I couldn't move. All I could do was let myself be trapped in darkness...

I was awoken by delirious shaking the life out of me. My eyes shot open to meet his worried blue ones. He stopped shaking me and I sat up, finding familiar cold beads of sweat on my forehead once more.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay?!" he exclaimed, looking me dead in the eyes. Was I okay? No. Should I tell him? I don't know, he might just think my dream was silly and tell me to forget about it. On the other hand, he might just comfort me. That's what I liked about him. He was tough to read at times but other times he cared for people.

"I just had a nightmare," I stated calmly, even though I wasn't really that calm. He nodded his head in reassurance before speaking up once more.

"Do you...want to talk about it? I mean you don't have to if you don't want to," he stated, saying the last part faster than the first. I didn't know if I should tell him or not. I mean, my life has been horrible and stressful lately, but I talked to Marcel yesterday about it and he listened to every word that came out of my mouth. That's also what I liked about Marcel, he got mad at times and raged a lot, but when he cared about someone or was interested in something, he would listen and take interest in it. I made the decision to tell delirious. He has the right to know since we practically live in the same house. Plus, I have to trust him. These guys were pretty much the only people I cared for anymore, and once we find Bryce, BigJigglyPanda, and get Ohm back, I hope that I can care for them too.

"Yeah," I answered quietly. I told him every detail of that dream I could remember. I even told him about what happened in the prison yesterday. When I finished, he looked at me wide eyed. Before I knew it, I was engulfed in a hug.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you," he said into my shoulder.

"It's okay, there's nothing I can do to change it now," I replied. Once I said that, he only hugged me tighter, not letting me go. We stayed like this for a good minute until the door flung open, making us jump.

"GUYS, NOGLA IS MAKING PUNCA-" Tyler stopped mid sentence and looked at us oddly, as if he was jealous. "Uhmmm," was all he said before walking out of the room. I looked back at delirious to see his ears to be a dark crimson color. I didn't even notice that my face felt heated as well.