Hey guys! This is my first EJ x reader so please be patient. I'm not that great writing out of 3rd person view so I'll just use 2nd person pov, which is just using the word You and you're instead of I and me or she and her
Basic Info:
Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last Name
B/F/N - Best Friend's Name (will be important if you read description)
F/F - Favorite Food
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You looked out the window, your pencil in hand as you drummed to an unknown tune that you couldn't remember the name of, nor the lyrics, but just the tune.
Math had always been a class you never enjoyed. You got decent grades in that class, nothing above a B. You usually had a C in the class, never straying below a C-. You weren't exactly bullied, but you got picked on a few times after punching the hell out of some of the school's notorious bullies.
This is what earned you a group of friends, kids who were mostly bullied that you often walked to class in a large group. There had been one time that a new kid had bullied you whilst you were with the group, and oh boy was hell unleashed by those other kids.
The new kid had been brought to the hospital for both legs being broken, his nose broken, his left or right hand mangled. The rest were minor details.
The math teacher finally seemed to notice your daydreaming, and slammed a hand on your desk and pretended they had almost tripped, glaring at you as they walked by. The sudden loud noise had made you jump, and you began to instantly pretend to be writing notes again.
Once the bell rang noting that the antagonizing class of Calculus had ended. You got up, collected your things together, and rushed out the door as the teacher tried to yell something on the way out. Something about a test?
You sprinted to your locker in glee, packing up your things as the hallway became crowded with people headed towards the exit, probably to head to (Dairy Queen/McDonalds/Polka Dot/or any other fast food joint) that was located next to the school, right across the street.
Thankfully today was Friday, meaning that in just two more weeks you would be out of high school, and a graduate.
You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder and began to walk, quickly scampering out of the doorways and began walking your way home.
Once you arrived home, you were about to go through your front door when you heard the familiar sounds of yelling and glass shattering. You walk inside, to see your father trying to protect himself by curling up into a ball while your mother is smashing various vase' on his head.
You had finally had enough of your mother's drunken, abusive tendencies.
You run forward, and shove your mother off your poor father. "Leave him alone!" You scream, getting ready to lunge at her.
Your mother turns to look at you, now obviously wasted. The stench of alcohol is so strong on her you want to puke.
"Why you little-" She begins to yell before you rush forward and punch her in the gut. Your mother doubles over in pain and looks up before slapping you across the face. She tackles you to the floor and raises and slams her fists down on your face multiple times before your father shoves her off you. "Y/N go upstairs and pack now! Go to B/F/N's house! Stay there until I call you!" Your father screams as he blocks her path, while you run upstairs.
You grab an empty backpack you had under your bed that you kept all your clothes in since you had to run to B/F/N's house once before. You just hadn't bothered to unpack it.
You grab your phone, stuff its charger and headphones into the backpacks front pocket. Carrying it with the one with your school supplies still slung over your shoulder, you began to hear enraged screaming from behind your door.
"Open the door, Y/N!" Your mother screamed. You began to run to the window, struggling to get it open. Right as it pops open, your mother kicks the door open, breaking the lock off. You immediately throw your things outside and jump out, right as you saw your mother about to stab you with a knife from the kitchen.
You land with a thud onto the ground, cushioned slightly by your backpacks. You immediately see your mother running downstairs, and you get up with a pained sigh. You grab your backpacks and begin to run off towards B/F/N's house.
Once you arrived, you knocked on the door until B/F/N's mother opened it to greet you. "Dear God, Y/N! Did your mother do this to you again?" She cried, and you could only nod as she dragged you inside, before quickly locking the door. "Honey, call the cops!" B/F/N's mother yelled as your friends' father peered in, before nodding and running towards where the landline was.
B/F/N ran downstairs, wondering what the commotion was about before seeing you, and ran over. "We still have our guest bedroom open in case you had to come back. Come on, we can talk if you want." You nod as you and B/F/N walk up the stairs, the sound of B/F/N's father on the phone relaying information to the cops fading as you walked up farther.
B/F/N and you arrived at the guest bedroom, sitting on the cream-colored bed, awkward silence filling the room before he begins the conversation.
"What happened?"
"Walked in on my mom beating the crap out of my dad again. She was drunk this time. You could smell it, it was so strong it'd make even an alcoholic puke from a hangover." You joked.
"So she was being a psycho again?"
"Yep." You replied, popping the p.
"Hopefully she gets put behind bars this time." B/F/N sighs, staring at the ceiling.
"I hope so too. I don't know how much more I can handle of her abusing me and my dad." You sigh.
After a few hours, the police arrived. They took your testimony, telling about what happened and that's when they dropped an emotional bombshell.
"Y/N, after your mother tried to kill you after you jumped out the window, your father fought her off but she stabbed him in the chest multiple times, killing him. He kept her home long enough for us to arrive to find her drenched in his blood. I'm so sorry, do you have any available family?"
You were in a state of shock before shaking your head. "No, my parents were both only children and my grandparents passed a long time ago."
"We can take her in," B/F/N's mother piped up. You looked at B/F/N's father and then B/F/N himself, who all nodded in agreement.
"Alright then. She will stay with you until graduation, we won't file over any adoption papers since graduation is coming up in two weeks." The officer nodded, before leaving.
Outside you could see your mother screaming and pounding on the bulletproof glass of the cop car, glaring daggers at you, filled with hatred that you had survived. You let the tears fall as you watched the cops pull away, leaving you with B/F/N and his family, to raise you until you graduated.
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