Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 12- Time of Night

[Y/N] Pov

Right now, you were at your job. Yes your job, well...

One of them...

You had a total of 3. Yeah, a lot for a high school student but, you got used to it. On Saturdays, you painted portraits of people at a small park. Some people were best friends, families, couples, or just them by themselves. It didn't matter as long as the money was being rolled in. However, whenever it rained you couldn't do it so, it wasn't the most money maker. On Sundays, you were a Barista, serving drinks and treats in a homey cafe. You mostly worked on the brewing because you were the best. But, you did work on the register every now and again. This was probably your most paying job. However, right now you were at your weekday job, the library. You were sitting at the front desk scanning out some books for a small child. It seemed that they really like Dr. Seuss but, then again who doesn't.

"Thank you," they said as they grabbed their books.

"Your welcome. Have a good day," you smiled as you waved goodbye. You loved your jobs. Sure, it didn't allow a lot of free time but you didn't want that. With free time comes alone time. With alone time comes memories. With memories comes...

Nothing.

It doesn't matter. You loved your jobs and that was it. It was just a bonus that you got some cash too. Which you mostly used on Skyla, who right now was eating her ice cream and reading. You sighed and watched as the next person came to return their books. Let's get to work.

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Work was pretty slow like always. It was closing time and you were packing your stuff up.

"See ya [Y/N]," a voice shouted. You turned to see your co-worker, Tiffany, waving goodbye towards you. She was the only person who didn't fully judge you about your flying. However, it didn't mean that she was some bud or chum. No, she was just someone you worked with.

"See ya," you called waving back. When her back was to you, you closed the flap on the top of your bag and slung it on. "Come on Skyla."

"Give me a second," Skyla said as you heard some shuffling. You peeked behind you and saw her putting on her pink jacket. There was a small breeze outside and it was turning dark, it looked perfect and it was a perfect chance to get sick. You would always tell Skyla to put on a jacket at this time of night unless it was summer. However, you were in a brisk October and the temperature was slowly dropping. After a couple of minutes, she was warm and ready.

"Let's go," you smiled as you strolled over to the door with Skyla. As you left you passed your boss, who was finishing up some things before they closed things for the day. You both made eye contact with each other, the clashing of her soft and warm eyes vs. your cold and daring eyes. You nodded your head towards her and she did the same, going back to work. Willow was always like that. Work, work, and more work. Maybe that was why you two got along so well. You went outside and home.

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Your job wasn't too far from your house which, was a bit of a blessing. You heard some crazy tales of people driving miles just to get to work. While you only walked a couple of blocks or take a bus. So, you got home pretty fast. You already made dinner with Skyla which, was burgers and fries. As well as you already bathed and tucked Skyla in bed. Only after you read her a bedtime story and sang her an old lullaby. Your mother would sing it to you every night before bed but...

She wasn't able to do that anymore.

At this moment you were sitting on the edge of your bed. You were staring at your hands as they sat folded into each other. You could see the bruises on your knuckles and the dried skin between your fingers. Your body was slouched as the darkness surrounded you. However, you were still able to study the small shakiness of your hands. Your breath was steady and calm as you stared down. You have been sitting like this ever since you put Skyla to bed. You heard the distance a door open and close, causing your shaking to go worse. You heard the clinking and snapping of bottles being opened. Your breathing was being to grow faster. You heard the sound of curse words and footsteps draw near. You stopped everything.

"[Y/N]," a voice called from outside your door, "Come meet me in the basement." Only when their footsteps trailed off were you able to breathe.

You quietly yet, quickly got up. He would get upset if you took forever. You hated this time of night. You walked to your door. Gripping the hold turning it and opening into darkness. You hated this time of night. You stepped into the small hallway. It looked so warming during the day, but at night it was scary. You hated this time of night. You went pass your sisters room. You didn't make a single sound, you couldn't wake her. You hated this time of night. You stood in the open doorway of the basement. It felt like a horror movie, however, you knew the monster. You hated this time of night. You stepped in. Closing the door behind you, no one could know. You hated this time of night. You went down the cold, stone stairs. Knowing exactly where to step having done this so many times. You hated this time of night. You went to your usual spot. You heard footsteps come closer behind you. You hated this time of night. You stood facing the wall. You kneeled onto the floor and peeled off your jacket. You hated this time of night. You summoned your wings. They were black and speckled white, however, there were scars all over them, some tore out feathers, and burn marks. You hated this time of night. You watched the shadows on the wall. The figure had a hand raised with an item trailing out of it. I hate this time of night, you thought as he brought the item down.

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You woke up in searing pain. You turned to find yourself covered in blood, your blood to be exact. You checked your wings to find a couple of new cuts and 2 feathers torn out. You sighed as you struggled to get up off the floor. Everything hurt. You dragged yourself into the small bathroom in the basement and pulled off your clothes. You turned on the shower so, it was cold and stepped in wincing slightly. Hot water would have only made it worse, you learned that the hard way. Your father has been doing this to you for 6 years now. It started after your mother died.

It was your very first flying performance and you wanted her to be there. So you made her promise to come and she agreed. She was supposed to be at your flying performance but, never made it. Her car crashed into a drunk driver and she was rushed into the hospital. While you were flying a bit sad, your mother died. And he blamed you. It was your fault she was in the car. It was your fault that you got your wings. It was your fault for that god damn promise. So he punished you. Almost every other night he would get drunk, call you into the basement, and beat the living shit out of you. And...

No one knew.

You couldn't tell your sister because she would get hurt. You wouldn't tell another adult because you were just a silly child. You couldn't run to the cops because you would be simply taking another parent from Skyla. You groaned as you got out of the shower and bandaged yourself. After years of beatings, you became a pro in medicine. You then cleaned up the blood on the floor and went upstairs, as if nothing happened. It wasn't like you were beaten for a couple of hours. Nor were you feeling pain every time you stepped or breathed. Nor were you any different than anyone else. No, you were an everyday person, who just so happened to hate a specific time of night.