When Does It End? Dave X Reader-Insert

Chapter 15

A/N: So this chapter will be emotional and very triggering, not just for you but for me too. You can skip this chapter, the events will be recounted in the most non-triggering way I can do.

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I'm thrown against the floor and kicked. The entire house reeks of piss and alcohol, making my eyes water and making me gag, in a different way that the kick made me. I push myself up, making another attempt to get away from him.

He grabs the back of my shirt and my hair and pulls me up. He starts dragging me to the stairs.

"You fucking whore. Should have known you found some poor boy to take you in. How are you paying him? I know you don't have money. Have you been fuckin' him? Giving a good time? Suckin' him off? You're a fuckin' slut of a daughter. You take after your mother. Shoulda seen her before I found her. I'll shape you up just how I did her."

All the while, he's pulling me up the stairs and into his room, not caring if my head hit a stair or the wall or the ground. He threw me against the far side of his room and closed the door, locking it for good measure.

He doesn't go into his closet like normal. Instead, he pulls a flask out of his pocket and takes a long swig. I stand up as he does and look out the window. I see Bro's pickup, and Dave running up to the door. I bang on the window and scream, yelling "Police! Police!"

Bro sees me before Dave does and nods, pulling out his phone.

My father pulls me back from the window and closes the curtain, throwing me down on the bed.

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He puts a hand on my stomach, and another around the hem of my pants, pulling them down forcefully.

"You look so much like her" he slurs.

I kick and scream as he holds me down, pulling down his own pants.

By now, my screaming and crying has gotten louder, about as loud as it can, as I plead with him. I feel him enter, and I reduce to sobbing and trying to hit him with whatever strength I could muster.

I hear sirens, and I hear a cracking from downstairs, and I hear yelling, and I hear my father's grunting.

I hear Dave calling for me, and Bro telling him to wait for the police. I hear Dave yelling my name, and I yell back.

I hear Dave run upstairs, and I hear my father say it's useless, and I hear Dave pounding on the bedroom door.

The police stop outside and I hear them yelling out to each other and I hear them running into the house. I hear Dave yelling for them, and I hear them tell him to step aside and I hear them slam into the door. I hear the door cracking, and they keep trying to force it open.

I hear the door burst open, and I look over, seeing two male police officers come into the room. I feel my father's weight pulled off of me, and I see Dave, staring, still. I let myself fall to the floor and curl into a ball, and sob.

I feel arms around me and I flinch away, but the arms persist. I hear soft whispers, telling me I'm okay now. I hear my father's yelling, I hear the officers struggling and calling for more officers. I hear a taser go off and I hear a body slump to the floor.

I hear the whispers telling me everything will be okay now. Minutes later, everything moves in slow motion. The person who was holding me moves away and someone else kneels in front of me. I feel myself going numb, a familiar feeling now. I hear questions and all I can do is nod and shake my head. Soon, I'm pulled to my feet and someone helps me pull my pants up. I'm led out of my house, and the person talking to me, I think it's a woman, is trying to use calm words.

We reach outside and I finally look up. Three police cars are in front of my house, my neighbors are watching from their porches and windows, my father is being put into a car, and I see Dave talking to Bro. Dave is holding my backpack, and it looks full. I guess he grabbed some of my stuff.

I'm handed off to Bro, and he pulls me to him immediately as he talks to the officer, who asks him to go to the police station. I'm helped into the truck, and we're off to the station. Dave keeps me close the entire time, whispering to me and petting my hair.

A/N: So. This chapter is over. Thanks for staying on this little emotional roller coaster. I'm gonna use this note to talk about why I felt the need to write this chapter.

About a year ago, something personal happened to me. Ever since then, I've been keeping my feelings in. I never wanted to act on it because I just wanted to move on. Ever since then I've been trying to use my writing to vent. Although what I went through wasn't nearly as violent, this is how it feels inside of me. This is how I feel some days. It doesn't always help me, but sometimes it does. Although it's painful to think of it, it's more painful to push it down. Next chapter will summarize what happened and it may be a little.. blurry? I guess? Things will move fast, as time goes by. Thank you again for reading.