Waking up in the morning is the worst feeling. You're sore all over your body and your head is pounding. Groaning, you stand up, much to the agony of your head. Bringing your hand up to touch your head, you feel the stickiness of blood in your (h/c) hair.
You groan, and glance up at the clock on the wall of the kitchen. School started a half hour ago. You hear a noise, and spin around, and then clutch your head from the pain. Gosh this hurts.
Your father is still passed out on the table, probably still drunk, knowing him. Careful not to wake him, as your sure you won't be able to handle it again this morning, you creep to the bathroom and turn on the shower. You have a test last period, and you can't miss it.
Stepping into the hot water, the pain is nearly unbearable. Both physically and emotionally. Letting the water run through your hair and down your body, you let the tears come too.
It is especially painful to wash the blood out of your hair, as blood continues to flow out of your hair. You finish your shower best you can, and carefully, quietly, get ready for school.
Once you're dressed, the blood has at least stopped coming, but you can still see a little red in your (h/c) hair. With a wet washcloth, you carefully do your best to wash out the remnants of the blood. You're mostly successful, and no one ever bothers to look closely enough to tell.
As you open the front door, your father wakes up. Rushing out the door, you close it behind you and break into a run. You need to get far and fast away from there.
"(Y/N)!!" You hear his voice from your front door, but you can't stop running. You can't see him now. You have stuff to do. You need to do good in school so you can grow up, move, and get a job.
Sighing you realize those are your only goals. Purposefully forcing Newt out of your mind, you concentrate on just moving out, and getting away from your father.
Arriving at school, there are still twenty minutes left until the current class gets out, and the next one starts. Twenty minutes of free time. What do you do? The answer is hide out in the bathroom.
Ugh! You're such a pathetic little loser you just want to scream at yourself. This is all you've ever been and this is all you'll ever be.
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Newt x reader
FanfictionYour abusive father makes your life hard at home, and you're not exactly "Miss Popular" at school, and are altogether lonely. Until you meet Newt. TRIGGER WARNING
