The Tribrid (BBS X Reader)

Family

I look even paler than before, now that all the dirt is off my face. I am wearing clean and nice clothes that, now that I'm even skinnier, are somewhat baggy on me. My eye is swollen above the stitches on my cheek. The stitches are covered in guaze, the stitches on my arm and shoulder included. My h/c hair is trimmed and pulled back in a braid. The burn on my arm has a wrap around it. Some of the bigger cuts on my body are covered in bandage and antibiotic.

I feel like a piece of shit. My body aches and stings as it stretches. The bruises on my body make moving quite painful.

I am in my room as I sit on the window bench looking out at the forest.

I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I just see my father.

I no longer feel much of anything other than worry for my safety. Jo has been safe for the past 3 weeks.

She comes into my room sitting next to me. "I missed you." She said hugging me.

I wanted to smile but I can't. "I missed you, too." I say. "But I'm glad you stayed here."

I'm broken on the inside. He broke me.

Evan comes in and it was an instant reaction to put Jo behind me.

Evan freezes as I hunker my small, fragile, frame in front of Jo.

"I'm not going to hurt you or Jo." He said. To prove it Jo ran over and hugged Evan as he hugged back.

She only makes it up to just past his waist.

I look at him and decide he won't hurt Jo.

I stand there and then sit back down looking out the window humming to myself.

Evan comes and sit by me, but keeps a good distance. He saw what my father did, the bullshit my father called lessons.

Absolute bullshit.

I sit looking out the window as the silence stretched.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Its not your fault. I wanted Jo safe." I said as I looked out. "I knew what was going to happen."

Evan looks over at me. "I let him beat me, didn't struggle, didn't fight. I let him because Jo was more important." I say. "I would lay on the cold, hard, ground as I wait for the comfortable feeling of unconsciousness to slip over me."

"I'm sorry for what he did to you." He said.

We sat there in silence as I stare out the window. Evan stands up and leaves, going to his room.

I get up and close my door, and go to sleep in the giant, fluffy bed.

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I am back in that stupid house. I feel the cold, hard, ground underneath me as I roll over.

I get up as I wait for my father to come back.

I sit looking out the window, watching as kids play in the yard. I wish I could be normal.

My father comes in with a bottle in his hand. Its only 8 in the morning and he's already drunk.

He yells some slurred words I couldn't understand. He comes at me and I don't fight him. I stand there ready to take it, but I jerk back when he raises his hand.

He hits me three times before the bottle breaks.

I scream, jerking awake from the dream. Evan rushes into my room.
I feel my face heat up.
"Y/n? What's wrong?" He asks.

I sit up with my knees curled to my chest.

I rock back and forth. I want it all to go away. I want to wake up in a normal life, make it all over.

I drown myself in my self hate and thoughts. Its like I can't breathe.

I sit here rocking back and forth like a broken doll.

I can sense that someone's in front of me, but I'm too far in my thoughts to figure out who.

Evan's POV:

I jerk awake to Y/n's heart stopping scream. I instantly jump from my bed rushing to her. She's sitting on the bed her knees brought up against her chest.

I can't get her to stop. She rocks back and forth as she mumbles to herself.

I pull out my phone and call Brock.

I hear his groggy voice on the other side of the line. "What? It's 3 in the morning." He says.

"Y/n is in some sort of panic attack and I can't calm her down. I need your help." I say.

I hear Brock shuffling around in his room and then air as he runs down the street towards my house.

He rushes in and looks at Y/n, taking in her health in a second.

He rushes over barely touching her hand. She jerks away, screaming, as she backs away from Brock.

She starts crying and she finally takes in her surroundings. "Help." She whispers.

"You're safe now. You'll be okay." Brock reassures.

Brock talks to her and calms her down some more before he heads back to his place. I stand up to leave but she stops me.

"Evan, will you stay with me." Seeing as I am her older brother I go over and lay in bed with her. She curls up against me.

I have two new sisters and I'm glad I do.

We are a family.