Rottmnt (Yandere!Leo x Reader) "Your Mine, And No One Else's"

Chapter Two "My Life Ain't So Perfect" (boy v):

Your Point Of View:

Dad's at it again. As soon as I came home from that fight in the alleyway, I heard things in the living room being through or being manhandled by dad. And the worst of it is that mom was also apart of his tantrum. I walked around the back to avoid his fit. That was a big mistake though, cause that's where the fight was going on. As soon as I saw them both fighting, I tried to quietly walk away, but my father saw me. "Ah! There's my son. So, where were you?" "W-Well, I w-wanted to go to....I-I...." Unable to speak, I take out a receipt for my candy bar and hand it to him. "Oh, I see. So, going out at night to get a f(BLEEP!)ing candy bar is an appropriate excuse to go out to avoid me? Is that what's going on?" He asks me sarcastically making me get scared of what he's gonna do. You see, when my dad gets upset he hits me regardless of the reason.

"N-No, dad, I just got a craving a-and I- ACK!" He slapped me across my face and it send me straight down to ground creating a big bruise on my face. "SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE JUST MAKING UP EXCUSES TO GET OUTTA YOUR PUNISHMENT!" 'Oh great, my punishment. This is gonna be fun.' "Get up, son." He says in a low and demanding voice. Reluctantly, I get up. I see my mother on the floor looking scared as hell as she saw me walking with dad besides me. He guides me to his room and tell me to take my shirt off. I do so. Now please for the love of goodness, don't think he's gonna rape me, cause it's nothing like that.....it's much worse then that.

He takes off his belt and hits me about forty times across my back. The blood comes down fast and cold, and as painful as it was, I wasn't allowed to scream or cry out for help or anything like that. It was so difficult, but I'm use to it to a point that I can take it in. It's happened before, and when I cried out for help, no one stopped him from crashing my head into a wall. At least I didn't get a concussion after that happened.

Some time after that whole situation, my dad told me to get myself cleaned up and to go to bed afterwards. I don't need to be told twice. As soon as I got into the shower, I thought about what leo would've done. Maybe he would've stopped him there and then, but he's not here and isn't gonna be able to help me out. I'm on my own with my abusive father. The wounds don't hurt less even after cleaning them twice. As soon as I get out I run towards my room and lock my door to keep out my father. My mother should call the police, but she won't cause she says he's "getting over a problem that's taking longer then expected". That's all bull. She's said that and defended him for over [your parents marriage life years], and nothing has changed or came into progress. I blame her for what he's doing to me. What he's put me through is partly her fault.

If she had just gotten some restraining order on him, maybe she would've been happier, and I wouldn't have scars on every part of my body. Maybe I wouldn't dislike them both as much as I do. 'What would leo have done? Maybe if I meet him again, and tell him what's going on with me and my parents, maybe he'll let me go with him to his home. If he has one.' Honestly, I don't even care if he's got a roof over his head, just that he treats me better. Better then my parents.

As soon as I lay on top of my bed, I take out my tablet and look up "The Laws Of Child Abuse". A website pops up and it talks about nothing but children under age that go through hell with their abusive parents. I want to put up my name, but I don't know if they'd take a [Your age] year old since it's only talking about young children at the age of five. "It's useless to try. They'd never let me put up my case." I say to myself and put my tablet away. As soon as I go to sleep, I dreamed about Leo. He saved my life again, and took me away from my parents. The troll was my dad, and the Cinderella that can kick the troll out was my mother. That's when Leo came up to me and said into my ear "I won't let you go again," before he leaned towards me. In the heat of the moment, I leaned to him and then-

I jumped up and fell off my bed. That's how I woke up. I could feel my face flushed with red from that dream. Yes he's cute and everything, and I'm kinda bi, but I don't have a crush on a guy-er turtle I just met only a while ago. I got up and got out of my room and walk quietly to the living room. That's when I hear my parents screaming at each other. Luckily, I'm in the kitchen so they can't see me. I was about to leave, when my dad says my name. "That son of yours is just trying to leave us. He hates me so much that I bet he wants to kill me!" My dad said angrily before mom says "Look, just calm down, honey. We don't know that for sure. He was only going to the store cause he wanted a candy bar." "HA! That boy? He wants to get away from his deserved punishments, and that's all!" 'Okay, maybe I should go back to bed.' I thought to myself before turning around. I would've left if only I didn't hear this:

"Well, he's your son too! What you want me to do with him? Throw him out on the street?!"

"YES! FOR THE LOVE OF ME, YES! Let him starve for all I care, just get him outta here and away from me!"

"FINE! I'll have him out of here by this time tomorrow! Then will you be satisfied?!"

"YES!"

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'That's really how it ends? She'll just toss me out? I resent her a little, but before she said that, I wouldn't ever throw her out of my house.....well then, if that's how it ends.....then I'll leave tomorrow morning, on my behalf. I just hope I'll meet Leo again.....' After that, I went to my room and started packing up my things I needed. Then went to sleep.

To be continued~!......

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