Caring for YOU (Caretaker Pj x Depressed/Abused reader) !WILLNOLONGERBEUPDATING!

I'm Back

I take a deep breath rubbing the multiple bandages I needed under my long sleeves. I was here standing in front of the daycare without my cell phone. I could hear the kids playing from outside. Please don't be mad Pj I let out the breath pushing open the door as the smell of glitter immediately fills my nose. I see the kids playing in their respective groups as I walk towards Pj's office. Being very quiet not to let the kid's know I'm back yet. I walk into the office to see Pj sitting there on his phone while the others were watching the kids. He glanced up to me and looked back down before looking up again in shock and getting out of his seat.

"Hey Pj look I'm really sorry about not being able to come I was grounded for longer then expected and then he took away my-"

"I'm just glad your back! I was so worried when you stopped answering your phone!"

He said in a hug at first I tensed up because he had hit some of the spots my dad pin points to hit me. Then I return the hug for the first time my hurting soul skipped a beat it felt like I had wings and could fly. I was safe something I haven't felt in so long. I almost felt tears slip but they didn't my sanctuary I'm finally home. Then we stopped hugging he just looked into my eyes as I looked into his eye sockets.

"Well let's go tell the kids they'll be ecstatic!!!!"

I giggled as we both walked out into the group.

"GUESS WHO'S BACK!!?!?!?"

I cried out into the group all of the kids collectively turned and ran up to me. Tackling me in a hug I was being asked a million questions at once until one of the Anon's finally spoke up.

Anon 1:

Are you going to tell Pj what happened?

Anon 2:

What will happen when Pj DOES find out?

Anon 3:

If he ever does.

Anon 2:

He will find out eventually.

And then my heart stopped realizing eventually he will find out. He'll hate me for not telling him. I'm just hated anyways what's one more? One more is my job and my entire life. One more isn't just another person reminding me of how fat and ugly I am. One more is telling me that I'm no longer aloud to visit my favorite people in the entire world. I sigh I'll just keep it like this for now. I'm snapped back to reality as a warm (F/c) scarf got wrapped around my neck.

"Huh what's this?"

"IT's FoWr YOu MiSs aS a ThANk YoU"

"Thank you error it's very sweet of you"

I said picking up the small black skeleton in my arms and giving him one of the biggest bear hug's ever. Just like that I was back to helping the kids with their daily lives. Being me and enjoying my life well as much as I can living with my father.