BABTQFTIM SONGFIC ONESHOTS

alive

Felix x inspiring! Abused! Reader
Jai_The_Drawer

I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
I survived

For years, you endured the pain of your father's torture. But tonight however, you drowned his screams in the raging storm as you left.

Your fist bruised with blood stains on your knuckles. Not your blood, his. You fought back and slugged him in the jaw....hard.

You spat in his face before picking up your bag and leaving.

Hey

I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with light
You wanted to run away. To escape to a haven where your father couldn't touch you. You sat in deep thought for a moment before a name came to mind.

Sheba. You worked in her shop part-time after school. She always said that if you needed anything, not to hesitate coming to her. Well, you guess now's a perfect time to call in that favor.

I wore envy and I hated that

But I survived

It was eleven o'clock at night and her phone was ringing.

"Mmnn, Beboporeba posters. I'm sorry, we're closed right now call again tomorrow and-" she was cut off.

"Mrs. Sheba, it's (y/n). I'm sorry to call so late"

"Oh, hey kiddo. What's up? is something wrong?"

"I.....I need a place to stay.....Can I crash with you for the night?" you were hesitant and she knew it.

I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go

Where the wind don't change
"Yeah, come on over. I'll be upstairs waiting" Sheba hung up and started grabbing an extra pillow and blanket.

Felix walked out of the guest room. He was groggy but concerned about his sister.

"Is everything alright Reba?"

"Hey Lix. Sorry if I woke you. One of my employees asked to stay the night. I hope there won't be a problem"

"I don't mind, but it is quite odd to get those kind of call so late"

"I know....she's got me worried about that"

And nothing in the ground can ever grow

No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry into your pillow
But I survived

A few minutes later, you walked upstairs. Blood running from your busted lip down your neck and bruises decorating you in larger spots than a dalmatian.

"Hey Sheba, I'm here!" You said smiling as you limped towards her.

Sheba gasped as she ran to your side.

"What on earth happened to you!?" she helped you over to the sofa.

I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing

I'm still breathing, I'm still breathing
"Oh you know! My dad was pissed and brilliantly thought 'hey why don't he just bash my fucking head in' but I swung back and now I'm here!" you said wobbling with a off putting cheshire grin.

Felix was mortified by your story. How could anyone treat their child so poorly?

I'm alive

I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

"Why are you being so calm about this?" Felix asked.

"It's no big deal! It happens all the time. He gets drunk, I walk in the room, he gets angry, then beats me till I can hardly breathe" You were still loopy from the trauma.