Girls || RICHIE TOZIER X READER

Chapter One// Alternate Universe

I woke up in a random bedroom and had no control over my body. It moved on it's own, and got up to the mirror. Then memories flooded in, until I completely forgot everything and everyone. Now I was a whole new Y/n. I couldn't speak or anything, my brain just made my lips move.
I wanted to scream. I felt a different person overcome my mind.

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"Hurry, Honey!" My Mother called from downstairs "One Second, Mommy!" I yelled back, struggling to button my blue dress.

"Sweetheart, You Ready?" She asked coming upstairs towards my room, "Mother, I need help. Please and Thank You" I said gesturing to my back.

"Y/n, your father wants us there in 30 minutes. We've got 20 to get there, finish with this and let's go!" She finished buttoning my dress and handed me my Black Velvet pumps. I strapped them and gathered my things as I ran to the car. I stepped in and let my thoughts engulf me.

I have never had much love for my Father, sadly enough, He and My Mother have joint custody of me. Yes, You'd think a 15 year old girl like me would be able to chose who she goes with. But, no. They have to share me.

That's messed up if you ask me, Two adults battling to be the best parent. I love my Mother dearly, and she is more laid-back than my Father, and my Father, well, he's... Just nearby.

He's never been more than that, as he rarely let me do as I please. He was- no, Is an, unfathomable, incoherent, idiot. He (excuse my laungauge) rubbernecks all the time.

I'll attempt to have an uncomfortable conversation as we walk, and I'm pretty sure to him it's "just mumbling, every word a woman says is plain bullshit"

He'll take time out of his day just to cunningly take a picture up a woman's dress. He's a sick pervert if you ask me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the car harshly stopping, "Be careful, Baby." My mother called to me as I stepped out of the purple car, I felt a weight fall off my lap as I exited.

"Hey." my father said attempting to wrap and arm around my long neck, but failing miserably and getting his dirty fingers wrapped up in my long h/c hair.

"You need a haircut" he claimed pushing me to a salon, I always got my haircuts here. Never with this man before.

He whispered something to the lady at the front and paid, "I'll be back" he said in his gruff voice. The lady came and immediately began snipping away at my h/c locks.

She cut it to the start of my neck, oh my God. It was too short. "What did that man say to you?" I ask her "M-make it ugly" she said pressing her finger tips together in an embarrassed Manor.

"Thank you, it looks wonderful!" I say lying through my teeth, "I'll just be on my way, thank you, again!" I say dancing around outside.

I skip until I'm out of sight, I run to a bench and begin crying. My father already knew how much I treasured my hair, it was my prized possession.

It was just like him, to be ruining things I love. Ever since I was young, he'd always held this personal vendetta against me. When I was 6, he drove my mom out of the country for 2 years.

She hid out in Mexico and came back on my 8th birthday. When I was 9 he threatened my uncle and all of my family moved from Arizona, where I live to this very day, when I was 10 he put me in the hospital.

My neighbor broke the window and refused to come forward, he kept me up until 12:36 in the morning, questioning me then proceeded to beat me harshly with the window frame.

I had an asthma attack and he dropped me off in front of the hospital, I began throwing up outside then almost immediately passed out.

When I was 11 he sent me to a reformatory school for 10 months.

When I was 12, I found a kitten animal control had been chasing and I brought her home in my backpack, he took her to this girl's house and I never saw her again, I have a Polaroid of her in my phone case though.

Finally, the last thing he did that made my hatred for him grow majorly. When I was 13, I found a dog. I brought him home and trained him to be good, my mother had no problems with him and I never left anywhere without him.

Until I made the mistake of letting my Father see him. He took the dog all the way out to San Tan, an hour away from my house, to a co-worker of his at the time.

Now this, this was some next level stuff. Never in my life have I ever hated someone more.

I wish, I wish something life-changing happened to me. I literally wish something so bad Happens to me, My Father won't be allowed to see me anymore.

My wishing was soon cut off by a small voice.

"He's coming after you"

A young child whispered in my ear

"Who?"

I question, in a shaky voice

"He sees you, He's been watching you since last year. He knows everything about you."

"Who?!"

I demand in a more confident voice. My yelling is useless as the young child runs off.

I stand up and begin running into a crowd, He won't find me if I'm in a public area.

Suddenly a hand grabs my shoulder, "There you are" an unfamiliar gruff voice says, as if they knew me.

"Daddy, I-" I cut myself off as I turn, I come to the realization. This man is not my father.