Your The Only One That Understands (Darkiplier x Reader)

Good Sleep?

(Y/n) POV

I drove home, hoping my parents weren't here. I snuck in quietly but the demons were here after all. I slowly turned around and saw their demon like faces in front of me in seconds. My dad was the first one to go. He punched me in my jaw, leaving me to fall back and hold it in pain. My dad, physical abuser. My mom, mental abuser. My dad was kicking my side while my mom was shouting horrible things at me. 

At this point in time, I didn't care about their bullshit anymore and I mainly blocked it out with my thoughts. Of course, I knew afterwards it would hurt like hell but for now I was numb to everything.

~after hours of beating~

My dad finally stopped and my mom did as well. They both drunk a sip of water that I made for them and they passed out. Sleeping pills, my savior. I stole some of my parents "money" which was actually mine, I had a job that my parents forced me to get but it did pay good, but my parents always stole it, and knowing my brother, he was probably out getting another fuck from a stripper at a club. 

I sighed, knowing my family thought I was crazy when it was the other way around. I walked out with the money, a fake id, and the keys to my parents car. Yeah yeah, I know I'm dead meat after this but I'll probably be to drunk to notice. I walked to the store and got some beer. The cashier asked for my Id and I gave it to her. She checked it and like always, my mission to get beer without being told I'm too young to has succeeded. 

I walked out and just drove around while drinking. The cops in this town could care less about the people who get hurt here so me drinking and driving was the least of their worries. I soon stepped out and walked around, not caring if I got lost without my car or if someone stole it, I would pay that person to steal it. 

I sat at a nearby bench, drink in hand, and the drunkness starting to get to me. Before you ask, no I'm not an alcoholic I just drink whenever my parents beat me to a pulp..ok never mind I am an alcoholic but whatever. 

I then started remembering the good times with my parents. Yeah, my parents did love me but that was long ago, probably when I was 7. After my grandmother passed away, my parents went bonkers. She was the only thing keeping them sane and she was the only one that actually cared about me and she's gone. 

I started crying without realizing it and I dropped the can of beer and it rolled onto the road. I kept crying and since no one was around, I cried my heart out. That was, until a pair of warm and big arms surrounded me. The arms were basically the only thing keeping me warm on this cold night or, keeping me warm in general. 

I looked around, no one was here, I think I'm losing my mind. Then, I heard something close to my ears. "What troubles you, my dear?" the voice was soft and soothing, and it was deep but its voice was full of care, something I once gave hope on, someone caring about me. 

I felt my face heat up, and I was about to ask who 'it' was but I was so tired, and the heat that covered me like a blanket wasn't helping. Soon, I was a sleeping,drunk,fucked up mess but for the first time in a while, I had a great rest, which I also gave up on having.

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm really excited to see where this story goes and I hope you all will enjoy! I don't know when I should update but maybe like 1 chapter every 2 days? I don't want to rush the story and I don't want to take to long on writing it so this may be the perfect shedule. Summer break is coming up though so I will get a lot more time to do writing and make more books and all that shiz! Anyways, I'm gonna go do some other stuff. Bye!