~ Welcome To My Madhouse ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

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~ Flashback ~

Their voices were muffled, it was a usual occurrence when people came looking for me. I hid in the walls while he sent them away.

"Chris, where's my daughter?!" My dad shouted.

"I can't tell you."

"Give me my fucking kid!" He yelled.

"You need to leave..." Chris replied. The sound of Chris shuffling to shut the door caught me by surprise.

"If you don't give me my damn daughter, I swear to God, I will kill you."

"Put the gun away," Chris mumbled. "Please... Please just put it away."

*Bang!*

My breath caught in my throat. I scurried out of the walls, covered in dust and dirt. I ran into the living room.

"Chris..." I sighed in relief. He was alive.

"Come on, Y/n," My dad said, grabbing my arm and tugging me toward the door. "Time to come home."

"No!" I yelled, pulling away and running to Chris. "I don't want to..."

"You're mom misses you, Y/n." He said, carefully. "... She's sad when you aren't home. Do you want your mom to be sad?"

"Don't you dare play with her mind," Chris yelled.

"She's my fucking daughter!"

"I don't wanna come home!" I cried as hot tears pouring down my face. "I wanna stay here!"

"Shh..." Chris hushed, "Все в порядке, мои возлюбленные. Ты здесь в безопасности."

— "It's alright, my beloved. You're safe here."

"You fucking commie! You teach my child your disgusting ways and no one will ever love her, she's already a freak!" My father cursed.

"You're daughter is a gift to this world!"

~ End Of Flashback ~

"Well hello, Kitten." Finn smiled, pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Hey..."

"How are you?" He muttered, hugging me from behind. "David said you were feeling sick."

"Yeah, yeah." I sighed, "I just have a bit of a stomach bug." He planted a few kisses on my jaw, before putting his head on my shoulder. Running his hands up and downs my arms to reassure me.

"Is this about Callahan?" He asked, almost sounding gentle.

I turned around and pulled him into a hug. I'd missed this. The warmth of another human being, not the physical warmth, but the gentleness.

He held me close and for a second I got to pretend like we were a normal couple, like we weren't mentally ill or murderers... We were just teenagers in love.

"No baby..." I whispered, "I'm just scared."

"Of what, Kitten?"

"The skeletons in my closet," I replied, wiping away a tear I hadn't realized was falling.

"Your parents?" He asked, pulling away to look me in the eye.

"Finn... My life has been a big, jumbled mess," I said, feeling my fear and anxiety slither its way up my throat. "... And I've been lying to you since I arrived."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Well, not lying— I just haven't told you the truth." His face had changed from gentle to concerned in a matter of seconds.

"I've known David since I was twelve."

"How?" He asked.

"When I was younger, my mom and dad split up because my dad hit my mom one night after getting too drunk..." My voice trembled, "My mom took me out of state for about six to nine months."

"What about your brother?" Finn asked, letting his questions be never ending.

"Joe had just turned sixteen and decided to go live with my grandparents for the summer."

"Okay, so where'd she take you?"

"Athens, Georgia..." I said, hesitantly, "When we got there we moved in with her friend, Chris. It was good, for a long time actually. My mom was happy and we were being taken care of. Chris, he uh— he even taught me, Russian."

I felt a warm wash of tears, I quickly wiped them away again. Finn's eyebrows furrowed. The confusion very prominent in his face.

"Okay..." He sighed.

"So uh, anyway, my dad came looking for us after about a year, I think. He showed up one night and tried to take us back to Chicago. Chris tried to help both of us, he wanted to... He ended up hiding me in the walls, but my mom went home with my dad."

"Holy shit, what happened to you?"

"I just ended up living with Chris for a couple more months. Until my dad came back and took me home..."

~ Flashback ~

"No!" I screamed, punching and kicking him. "You fucking asshole! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

"C'mon Y/n, it's time to leave now!" My Dad yelled, dragging me out the door.

"Chris!" I squealed, looking back.

I quickly jabbed my dad in the ribs before running back inside. I slammed the door shut, locking it. Before running over to Chris, dropping to my knees and grabbing his hand.

"Y/n, run." He mumbled, his voice was weak. Barely speaking.

"Chris, no..." I cried, holding his hand tighter.

"Go hide. I'll find you, darling." I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.

I climbed into the crawl space that Chris had shown me before snaking my way between the walls.

I grabbed the emergency phone he'd left me in case this ever happened. The line rang three or four times before it went dead. I called again.

"Come on..." I sobbed, waiting for him to answer the line.

"Hello?"

"I need your help." I whispered. "Chris— He's hurt..."

"What?!" He said, worriedly. "Y/n, where are you?"

"I'm in the hiding spot." I sobbed, wiping my tears. "David please, please hurry. He's looking for me..."

*BANG!*

The sound of my dad slamming into the front door rang in my ears. He did it multiple times before the frame finally broke.

~ End Of Flashback ~

"Chris died in the hospital." I sighed. "He never found me."

"Who did find you...?" He trailed.

"My dad. He found me and took me home before David got there. Since he couldn't save me, he tried to save Chris. But uh, he died."

"So you feel guilty?"

"Yes... He's the only person I've ever killed, that I felt remorse for." I whispered. "I was twelve years old, the first time I saw someone die and he was the only one that I ever cared about. He was the dad I should've had..."

A/N: Hello, my beautiful people! Brand new chapter. I hope you enjoyed. I love you all, have a good day/night. ❤️