≪Hanahaki Disease≫ Detroit: Become Human

Part 035

A/N: listen to the song while reading this!

We all went to work, and it felt so weird. I didn't feel normal coming back, even when Fowler wanted me to take ANOTHER break. I needed to come back, I can't just be cooped up in my house forever. Even with this concussion. I just had to do it. When I walked in, there was hardly anyone there. That was normal, but it felt different.

"You okay to work today, (Y/N)?" Hank asked, and I nodded. Yea. I'll be okay. I didn't feel like I would be. I had to just forget about it. I took some ibuprofen again for my head, then started to work. I hoped my head wouldn't hurt too much. I logged into my computer, and started to get back into my programming from yesterday. I needed to see if I really got rid of Nines. The programming I did was hard to remember, and my dumbass put a password on. Wonderful. I will never remember it with this stupid concussion.

I had been attempting this password for so many. Maybe it's in my notes, on my phone. Or. I groaned, reaching for my phone. It was at the bottom of my bag, and yet, now I can't seem to find it. Then, the sound of footsteps approached. I looked up, and I was faced with Connor. I smiled. He held out his hand, my phone in it. "It was on the desk," Connor said. I nodded, and took my phone back. "Thanks," I said. He nodded, and walked off. I opened my notes, and boom, the password.

I got in. And now I had to find a way to retrace my programming. Which I felt like I never learned. I was getting angry. I needed to find out. Why do I have to have this stupid concussion? I sighed, rubbing my head. I can do this. I kept typing out the coding, and at a point, I got it. I sighed in relief, and got to see what I did yesterday. There it was. All the coding I did.

But. There's the virus again. I groaned, and I tried to click on it. It was active. Wait. That doesn't make any sense. How can I see if Nines is, active now, but I couldn't yesterday. I sighed, deciding to just shut down my computer. I gave up. I turned around in my chair, and there was Connor. "Oh, hey Connor," I said, looking up at him. He was being quiet, and didn't look too happy. He didn't look like the regular Connor. "Hello, Lieutenant," Connor greeted, his voice sounding deeper than usual. "Do we have any cases to work on today?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"I'll ask Hank, I doubt there's anything," I said and he nodded. "Where's my desk again?" Connor asked. "Uh, over there," I said, pointing to his desk. He nodded and walked off. That was weird. I pulled out my phone again, and decided to plug in my headphones. I leaned back, listening.

"It was 6:48, I was walking home. Stepped in the gate and I'm all alone. I had chicken on the plate but the food was cold. Then I covered up my face so that no one knows."

I groaned as my back hit the wall, going to grab the guys arms who has me pinned to the wall. "You shouldn't have wanted to mess with us earlier," he said. "Oh really? You won't do shit," I said, staring that senior dead in the eyes. I was only a sophomore, and I hardly had muscle.

I didn't want trouble. I'm the boy in the bubble. But then came trouble. When my mum walked into the living room. She said 'Boy you gotta tell me what they did to you.' I said you don't wanna know the things that I had to do. She said 'son you gotta tell me why you're black and blue.'

I was dropped, looking at the kids as I pushed myself up. I brought my fists up, knowing they'd want to fight me too. The bigger one laughed, bringing up his own fists. He had muscles, and he could pack a punch. I knew I was fucked.

And my heart was pumping. Chest was screaming. Mind was racing. Air was freezing. Put my hands up. Put my hands up. I told this kid I'm ready for a fight.

He took a swing, and hit me right in the face. It was hard. I hit the ground, a metallic taste filling my mouth. I forced myself up, going to take a swing myself. I hit him. That just pissed him off. "Shit.."

Punch my face. Do it cause I like the pain. Every time you curse my name. I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen.

I was hit again, and now I'm on the ground again. My fave hurt. I hurt. I think my jaw was misplaced. "(Y/N)!" I heard a voice yell from the distance. Gavin. The guy in my math class. I looked up, seeing him run over. "Leave her alone!" He yelled, pushing one of the kids away.

Knock me out. Kick me when I'm on the ground. It's only gonna let you down. Im the lightning and thunder. You're the one that suffers, suffers. Well I squared him up with my chest exposed. He threw a quick let hook. And it broke my nose. I had thick red blood running down my clothes. And a sick sick look 'cause I like it though.

Gavin got the rest of the kids away, helping me up. "Thanks," I muttered, wiping my lip. It was ripped open. "Why'd you pick a fight with those kids?" He asked. I shrugged. "Why did you help me?" I asked back. He shrugged himself. "You've just seem like too much of a good girl to be getting beaten," he said. I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "Yea, I may seem like that, but I do pretty bad things," I said. "Maybe not as bad as me." "You sure?" We both ended up laugh, and soon, I just randomly hugged him. "Thanks for the help," I said. He hugged me back, and then suddenly pushed me off. "You're still bleeding!" He yelled. I laughed. "Oops."

A/N: oh my god. We're almost done. I may do a sequel, but holy. This story is just so awesome. I'm not ready to say goodbye. Thank you guys all so much for all the support on this book. It means the world to me. 💕😘