Sander Sides one shots **SLOW UPDATES**

Logicality child x-reader

TRIGGER WARNING- There is abuse. I leave the abuser unnamed so it's up to you guys to decide!

I couldn't take this anymore. I woke up to my dad, Logan Sanders, shaking me awake. I turned to see his face to see the damage. It was worse than yesterday, but not the worst it has ever been. He had a purple bruise underneath his eye as well as one right on his cheek bone, and it looked like he was holding all of his weight on one leg.

"Does it hurt?" I ask him, lightly rubbing the bruise on his cheekbone. He winced from the pain, and stumbled back a bit.

"I'm sorry." I say as I get up and hug him. He smiles and hugs me back, leaning on me a bit. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's ok Y/N." He smiles, re-adjusting his glasses. "It wasn't your fault I had that bruise there."

My smile falters. I know who's fault it was, although I couldn't tell anyone. He seems to figure it out every time we try to tell anyone.

"Can we stop at Dunkin' Donuts before we go to school?" I ask him. I don't really want anything, but I know that dad wouldn't go for himself unless I asked him too. I could also actually use a coffee. I could make one but I want to get out of the house as soon as possible.

"Of course we can Y/N." Dad smiled as he limped towards the door. "You have 10 minutes to get ready before we have to leave." He walks out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I double checked that it was locked, so that he couldn't get in and see me. I get changed and then walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair.

I run out to the car and see dad reading a book in the driver's seat. I jump into the passenger seat, throwing my backpack onto the ground.

"You know what I want?" I ask. I've been to Dunkin' with him so many times, he pretty much has my order memorized.

"Yup." He replies, tossing his book into the back seat. He starts driving as I look at him to assess the damage further. He had a couple bruises on his neck as well as on his arms, and of course the ones bright and obvious on his face. I feel so terrible that I can't do anything. He takes my phone every night so I can't call the police on him, so I sit awake and listen to my dad's sobs and his yells. Dad pulls up to the drive through as he begins to order.

"I'm doing good!" He replies to the drive through worker. I can hear the pain in his voice as he says that. "I'll have one Y/O (your order) and one iced coffee with extra cream, no sugar."

The lady double checks his order and my dad pulls up and grabs our drinks. I sip on my drink and listen to the music playing through the radio. ART IS DEAD turns on and I start bobbing my head to the beat. Dad chuckles at me as he pulls up to my school. I hop out and before I close the door, whisper, "If anything happens, call me. I'll have my phone on me. I love you so much."

He smiles and waves at me as I close the door and enter the building. I grab my schedule and smile down at the paper. I have history first! Mr. Patton teaches history to us. He's really chill. He lets us call him his first name 'cus he "hates his last name." I skip to his class and set my things down.

"Good morning Y/N!" I hear him call from the front of his class. I salute him with my two fingers and smile. I had the feeling today was going to be a good day.

Ten Minutes Later...

I label my notes with "The Civil War" and begin to start copying his writing down from the board when I feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket. I slide it out of my pocket and see

'Dad 🤖'.

I start tearing up as I sprint to the front of the classroom.

"I- uh- Ba- I- Ca- Pho- Go!" I stutter. Mr. Patton looks at me with a concerned expression and nods toward the door, continuing to teach.