loving a killer (antisepticeyeXreader

chapter 1

I climbed out my window with my bag. I was going to go spray paint some shit. I knew where to go already and was going to meet my friend there. I texted her.
You: hey sneaking out now be there soon.
I would go to an abandoned home not to far from here. I climbed out my window and ran there. I got there and leaned against the wall. My friend was not there yet. Then I heard leave crackling. I got my pocket knife out. I could feel warm breaths on my head. I turned around and put the knife on there neck. It was my friend.
"Omg you scared me. You lucky i did not stab you." I said taking the knife away.
(Time skip)

We got done with the spray painting and we started to hear sirens. She started to freak out so I shushed her. The cops started pulling into the driveway to the place we were at. I looked back at her and she looked at me.
"Go! Now!" I yelled pushing her away she tried to stay put but I made her run. She looked back at me. "I'll be fine. Go." I said and she ran. The cops saw me and I put my hands up.
(Time skip)
"(Y/n) I told you to stop sneaking out. " My mom said. I just stayed quiet. "Did you hear me?" My mom asked looking at me threw the mirror. I nodded and we were quiet the rest of the way home. When we got home my dad was outside waiting for me. He nodded towards himself. That meant come here. I was already crying. He slapped me in the face leaving a mark. He slapped me and punched me until my face was bruised and my mouth and nose were bruised. My face was heating up and my nails were digging into my palms. Every day if i made one tiny mistake like I always do my dad beats me. That's child abuse. My anger boiled up inside me until it came out on accident. He threw his fist at me one more time but I cought it. He looked surprised. I punched him and he backed up. I kicked him in the nuts. "How about you stop abusing me." I said. He jumped back up and hit me again. He stormed inside and went to my room. I looked at both of my wrist. I had no more room for cuts because I already cut them a lot. Then a idea popped into my head. I grabbed my backpack and filled it with supplies to run away. I started crying. I locked the door and turned the light off and turned my fan on acting like I was going to sleep. I opened my window, jumped out, and ran.