The Tribrid (BBS X Reader)

Parents

I get flung away from Brent and I cover my head with my arms.

I land and roll. The rough cement scrapes my arms and my shirt tears.

The group runs over to me as I lay there slightly bleeding from the scrapes.

They look at me. I stand up and wipe myself off.

"Doesn't that hurt." Said a human man with bleached hair, the roots were a brown.

"Trust me. I've had worse." I show them a branding sign on my arm. It is in the middle of my forearm.

It said 'MONSTER'. My father branded it onto my arm when I was 5. He tried to brand my sister with the word 'FREAK' when I took it for her. I showed that one. It was right underneath the monster.

"Those hurt." I say as I pull my sleeve back down.

That was when my father showed up. My mother was next to him.

How did they find me? What the hell? I'm not going back.

"I was just showing you what you are." He says walking towards me.

I back up. "Dad." I say backing away.

He comes closer. "Where's your sister?" He says as he grabs my arm. His grasp tightens. My eyes start watering.

"I brought her to an orphanage." I lie. I beat on his arm.

He grabs a fistful of my hair.

"Why would you bring her to an orphanage?" He screams as he got in my face. I could smell the beer and alchohol in his breath.

I start crying.

Luke comes closer to tell my father to back off. That was when my father took a swing at Luke. "No. No. Dad. Please don't. Not him." I say before my dad can hit Luke.

"Get back." I say quietly to Luke as I cry.

"Enough with the tears." My mom says as my father yanks my hair. I instantly stop.

"Just don't hurt them, please." I beg. "I'll do whatever, just please don't hurt them."

"Bring me your sister." He yells.

"I can't. She's adopted in a town far away from here." I says quietly.

The others stand helplessly. Everybody other than the group had left the vicinity and wouldn't even come near us. I couldn't see anyone to help.

"Look I'll go back. Just leave them alone." I say. Tears run down my face.

He laughs and goes to swing at the nearest person. He hit the man with bleached hair and he cried out.

I grab my father's hand.

"Stop. You came for me. So don't hurt anybody else." I say crying.

He slaps me. "Your Mother said stop crying."

I stop. He grabs my hair and starts dragging me away.

I look at the group. I struggle and my dad stops and looks at me.

"Stop struggling." He says and slaps me.

I go limp and stop moving in general.

"Thanks for trying." I yell.

They all look at me sadly. My dad pulls my hair more.

Evan's POV:
I watch helplessly as y/n's parents come in and grab her. She struggles until he threatens us then she stops and begs for him to stop. There is nothing I can do. I hear somebody call the police.