The Tribrid (BBS X Reader)

Bad Dreams

I was sitting on my sleeping bag. Jo is 3 years old which makes me 12.

She sat there looking at me and smiles.

"Sing me a song." She says. I sing to her, to calm her down or make her happy.

"Ok." I start singing lovely by: Billie Eilish.

🎶Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way, yeah
But you never go away
So I guess I gotta stay now

Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone
Hello, welcome home

Walkin' out of town
Lookin' for a better place
Something's on my mind
Always in my headspace

But I know some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone
Hello, welcome home

Woah, yeah
Yeah, ah
Woah, woah
Hello, welcome home🎶

She smiles at me. She lays down and goes to sleep. I tuck her in, gently kissing her forehead before leaving to go get some food.

I ran into my father. I sprinted back towards my room, but he chased me grabbing my arm.

I squeak and try to pull my arm from his rough grasp.

I yank harder. He closes his fingers around my now bruising arm.

He pulls me backwards and into a wall. He heads towards the room Jo and I share.

I rush to get in front of him, but he tosses me backwards like I'm nothing.

He walks into my room and Jo screams. She screams as he hits her three times before turning to me.

He grabs my shirt and pulls me off the ground and close to his face. "Learn some manners. Get out of my sight." He says throwing me back onto the ground. My head makes contact with the wood floor.

I hiss at the pain in my head but stand up quickly going into my room.

He slams and locks the door. I turn towards Jo and cradle her body while we rock back and forth.

I sing that same song quietly over again hoping that someday I can truly get her out of here. That's when my father came back with the branding iron.

I instantly push the almost asleep Jo behind me.

"Give me your sister." He yells at me.

"No." I say. So he grabs my arm and puts the iron bar directly under my last brand. I feel the red hot burning as it burns the word into my skin.

"Now it shows what you truly are." He says.

I wake up screaming, in a cold sweat. I instantly throw the covers off of me and run into Jo's room and jump onto her bed. I grab her and just start crying as I rock back and forth with her in my arms.

Jo jerked awake as I grabbed her. She looks at me confused. "Why are you crying?" She asks me.

"I'm fine." I say. I start singing lovely again and Jo drifts off to sleep. I hear the door creak open.

Evan's POV:

I wake up to Y/n's bone-chilling scream. I rush to her room to make sure she's okay. I open the door and she not there, her blanket thrown off the bed.

I run to Jo's room to find her hugging and crying with Jo. She started singing beautifully to a song called....lovely I think. I stand there listening to her sing until Jo drifts off to bed.

I walk in, the door creaking slightly. I grab Y/n's shoulder. "Come on. You need to sleep." I say.

She nods and stands up, but stares at Jo. She looks down at the brand marks on her forearm before letting me take her hand.

I lead her back into her room. I get her back in her bed. She stays silently crying just staring at the brand marks.

She curls up with her knees in her chest, chin on her knees.

I calm her down into a laying position and stay there until she drifts off into what I thought was a sleep.

Y/n's POV:

After Evan left I tried to sleep for another 30 minutes before I sat up.

I think to myself about the Banana Bus Squad. I get up and head to over by the window. It has a window bench with a blanket and a pillow. I sit there staring out the window covered by the blanket.

I look at the clock. It read 2:00 a.m.

I sighed softly as I turn back towards the window. I stare out to look at the beautiful view of the forest I have.

I listen to the soft snores coming from the other rooms in the house. The crickets chirping, and the wind blowing. I feel the cool chill of air as I open my window a crack. The fresh air was all I needed.

I sing to myself and watch the trees away in the wind. Watch as the animals run through the forest, wishing I could be normal. I look down at the brand marks on my forearm.

Maybe they're right. Maybe I am a monster, a freak. But at least here I have some friends. Jo will find friends, right?

I sit there worrying. Every since Jo was born I was the one taking care of her. I loved Jo more than I love anything.

When she's in danger I risk myself before her. I would lay down my life in an instant for her.

I sit there just thinking to myself until Evan comes in to check on me.