My true home... (Connor x child reader)

Chapter 8

Y/N's p.o.v:
Me, Hank and Connor were at the park, playing hide and seek. "9...10! Ready or not, here I come!" I giggled as I watched him from up above. I watched him as he found Connor in a pile of leaves. "Oh man, I thought it was a good hiding spot." "Maybe next you could find a better hiding spot." I sat on a branch and watched the two trying look for me. After two hours, they finally gave up. "Y/N! You could come out now. You won." I giggled and climbed down. I then walked to Hank and Connor as they saw me. "Where were you?" "I was in a tree." "In a tree!? Please tell you didn't get hurt!" "I didn't get hurt." "Yet..." I looked behind me and saw...my dad... "D-dad..." "I finally found you little shit.." I hid behind Hank as my dad walked closer. "I thought you were in jail!" "My brother paid off my jail time. Now, give my daughter/son to me!" "Never!" Hank punched my dad in the gut and punched him in the face. "Connor! Grab Y/N and run!" I felt arm wrapped around me and I looked up. Connor then ran with me in his arms. I looked back and jumped out. "Y/N!" I ignored him and ran to Hank and Dad. I grabbed a rock and threw it at my dad. The rock hit him in the eye as Hank kept punching him. "Argh! Why you little shit!!" My dad punched and kicked Hank, making him fall to the ground. "Hank!!" I ran to him and cried. "Now, time for your punishment you-" "No, it's time for 'your' punishment." I looked over and saw Gavin and Nines. Gavin handcuffed my dad and dragged him to a car. Nines came over and looked at Hank. "I-is...h-he gonna b-be o-ok?" "He's fine but he's unconscious and I don't know how long he's gonna be like this." I cried more and hugged Hank. "This is all my fault...this is all my fault..." "Y/N, it's not your fault." "It is..." "Y/N, if I know Hank, he would never want to see you crying or blaming yourself." I looked at Connor with tears running down my cheeks. "He's gonna ok, I promise."

[Timeskip brought to you by Sumo and Connor]

Connor's p.o.v:
Y/N has been in his/her room ever since we came back from the hospital. I walked to the door and knocked on the door. "Y/N please come out." "No..." "Please. You never ate anything." "No..." I walked in the room and saw Y/N, curled up in a ball and crying. I walked to the bed and sat besides him/her. "Y/N, it was never your fault. He was trying to protect you. I would've did the same." I scanned them and his/her stress level was at 10%, which was good. I grabbed him/her with the blanket. I then wrapped him/her up as if he/she was a baby. "I'll stay here until you feel better." Y/N nodded and nuzzled my chest. "Connor?" "Yes?" "Promise me that we'll always be together." "I promise."