Stanley Barber x reader

Chapter 2, My Abusive Father

Time skip

On the way back from school I think about that incident earlier. Why am I thinking so hard on it?

The whole way home I also feel like somebody is watching me. I'm pretty sure I'm just paranoid.

As I unlock the front door and walk into my house I come face to face with my, drunk as usual, father.

"Hello daughter." He grabs my hair in an uncomfortable way.

"Hi." I mumble.

"Noah claims you punched him in the face today." He tugs on my hair.

My jaw drops. That liar!

"No I-"

"Don't make excuses." He walks toward me with my hair in his hand until he pushes me into a wall "You've been a bad girl. You know the punishment for being a bad girl."

He tugs my hair so hard I'm sure it'll come out.

"Ow" I shriek.

He starts pulling off his belt.

Once it's off he holds it up and wacks me in the ribs with it. I cower back a bit in pain, well as far as I can before hitting the wall. Then he wacks me across the face.

I fall to the ground and hold my ribs. He wacks my arms then my ribs again, and then again, and again.

As I curl into a ball on the floor he walks away, putting his belt back on, like nothing ever happened.

Tears drip down my face as I try to stand up. I hold my bruised rib as I walk to my room.

Once inside I sit down up again the wall and feel blood dripping from my eye where I was hit. I put my head in my hands and cry. I think of Noah's stupid face, my mom leaving, and my dad hitting me.

I replay these over and over and over until I hear a crack come from behind me. I turn around and see a big crack in my wall.

Now that isn't a coincidence.

Time skip

The next day when I arrive at school I see Stanley off to the side by himself. When he sees me he walks over.

He gives a concerned look then asks "What happened to your eye."

I tried hard to cover it with makeup. But the bruise still shows.

"Nothing." I reply.

He opens his mouth as to say more but then closes it knowing I don't wanna talk about it.

"So." He says as we walk down the hall "Can you believe people are already asking dates to prom?"

"I know right, it's like so far away." I say trying to dodge the conversation.

"So far." He says sarcastically "Like a whole week."

I pull on the straps on my backpack.

He doesn't say anything for a bit and then when we arrive at the class simply says awkwardly "See ya"

"See ya." I put my hood up and I walk to the back of the class.

If I'm not the most miserable person in earth, who is?

Noah sits in the seats right infront of me with his friends laughing and Stanley sits a seat away from them drawing on his paper. I just sit, alone.

I mean, I guess the only person who hasn't made fun of me is Stanley.

Noah turns around, looking at my eye he says "So that's why your mom left."

Why is he such a jerk all the time. His mind must not have a single emotion in it. No sympathy, sadness, compassion, just nothing.

Stanley looks up when Noah says this.

"But I mean, if your mom is anything like you, and I was your dad... I'd hit her too."

I feel tears swelling up in my eyes.

"N-Noah-" I don't know how to defend myself this time.

Noah laughs.

I just continue trying to think of what to say, but I can't think of anything. Maybe he's right, maybe I do deserve it. But my mom didn't.

I think about my mom screaming. Me hiding under the covers of my bed trying to drown them out. Things breaking. More screams. That was my life for 10 years, and now, it's me screaming.

I wipe a tear about to fall from the corner of my eye with the sleeve of my sweater.

Noah keeps talking about my father, my home life, everything. I feel the tears drip down my face and Stanley grow mad in the corner of my eyes.

As I continue trying to hold in the tears and Noah won't stop Stanley stands up and yells "Shut up!" At Noah.

"So it talks." Noah laughs.

"You have no right to talk about these things to her. Leave her alone."

The whole class is looking at Stanley, do to the fact he yelled and is standing.

Tears still fall down my face as Stanley says "Come on." To me, he gestures me out of the classroom with him.

When I get in the hallway he asks "Are you ok."

I try to nod yes, but I can't. I nod no.

He pulls me into a hug. The first hug I've had in to long. I cry. And cry. And cry. But Stanley doesn't seem to mind, he doesn't let go of me or complain. He just holds on to me as I cry.