Never Alone ~ Sketch x Reader

What made Y/N want to move to Massachusetts?

A/N
Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, I actually didn't feel well and I had a terrible headache. This chapter will be a flashback of Y/N's past. I will be writing in italics because it isn't part of the story in the present. Half of the things I write may be incorrect, if it is, please correct me in the comments. You know what, enough with me blabbering. Enjoy the chapter.

*Y/N's POV*
I always remembered saying how much I loved living in London because I could always see my friends and family. I wasn't very specific. I only liked seeing certain people. I hated my dad, he was abusive, a raging alcoholic and a terrible drug dealer. He would beat me and my family, and then act like nothing ever happened. He was one of those people that could easily enter your life, but also someone that would be difficult to remove from your life.

Growing up, people don't understand these situations. You can't really do anything and you become extremely vulnerable. The worst thing is that you don't want people to pity you. It makes you feel weak, like you can't handle these things for yourself. But I was the most vulnerable in my family, my dad wanted me to marry one of his horrible friends. That would mean me not only being treated terribly by one person but to top it off with someone else.

The only person who knew about this was Emily. She swore to never tell another living soul about my situation. At school, I would always have to dress for PE in the toilets so no one would see my cuts, bruises and scars. And Emily being the best friend she was, would come with me everywhere I went to make sure I was never alone. Being around people was hard because they would often try to start a conversation and try to ask about my family, but it's not like I can tell them everything.

To get away from everything, I threw myself at a random boy. He fell for me, but I will say, I didn't fall for him. When he asked me out, I immediately said yes knowing I could then go somewhere with him to get away from all my problems. He wasn't all he seemed.

I would often stay the night at his house, but one night we got into an argument so I decided to go out for a walk to clear my head. Once I got back to the house, I went up to the front door and realised it was open. I was getting so scared, had someone broke in and stolen all our stuff?

As  I walked upstairs, I could hear voices coming from the bedroom. I creaked open the door just enough so I could see the bedroom clearly. He was there with someone, I just don't know who. As I peek my head around the door, I find my boyfriend kissing another girl. She kissed back and then muttered something in his ear. By this time, I was furious and I decided I was going to go in the room and confront them.
"What are you doing?" I yell while barging in the room.
"I'm with my boyfriend! Who are you?"she asked.
"I'm Y/N! He's my boyfriend! He was the one who asked me out. We had an argument earlier and I went out for a bit. But when I come back, I find you kissing my boyfriend!" I yell while staring at her.

Before I run out of the room, I completely end things with my now ex boyfriend.

I went off the charts. The only person that I kept in contact with was Emily. I didn't want people to worry about me so I told Emily to tell everyone that I died because of a car crash and that she did everything to save me, but it was no use. She did as I said and she got constant massages from my "so called" family and friends. They were all devastated at this point in time, but I didn't care. It was because of some of them that this happened. If my dad wasn't the way he was, I wouldn't have thrown myself at my now ex boyfriend.

As time went on, I was getting frustrated with life, so I decided to move to Massachusetts. I thought it would be a great idea to get away from people, and make new friends who don't cause you pain.

Meeting Elijah was the best part of my life. I felt bad for saying no, I just feel like I can't fully move on. But that's what happens when you see the world through a broken lense. I feel like I should tell him everything, but I don't want to break others because of things that have happened. I just want him to understand, but then again people tend to cut you out and leave you alone to deal with it yourself. I feel like I need to give him a chance, a chance to prove that it's always possible to move on. It's just the fact that you need to find the correct person to do that.

A/N
Hey guys. This is a different chapter today. Just know, if anyone is dealing with this, you can always talk to me. This is a really big issue and people need to understand that these people don't really have anyone to turn to. Always remember you are never alone and I'm always here if you need anyone to talk to. Until next time, take it easy fellas.