Sydney Novak x fem reader {Don't worry}

5

The air outside..the atmosphere, it felt thick. Like you could cut the tension with a knife. Stan's asshole of a father looked at me. But I had already been staring him down. It was only an hour until my first date with Syd. But I'm risking everything right now, because I've seen the way his dad fights, well he mostly fights those that he sees are weaker than him, below him. Like he's superior.

It would only be a few seconds until I explode and Stan knows that, Stan's father barely looked me in the eyes sober, but now he was drunk, so he  suddenly became brave. He always cried to Stan about how he was trying to change to be better for Stan and kick his addictions away, but after the fifth time, Stan didn't believe him anymore.

Stan deserves better, and what now all of a sudden his shit mom wants to be in his life?! I mean I don't think she'll change either it's been years since she left them, left him.

"Y/n, you really should leave." His father spoke, his attitude different than when I saw him, which is rare. I only saw him this way once, and then I beat the absolute fuck out of him. Now he's doing it again, being a fuck up, and scaring his son who deserves better.

I never looked away from his eyes, as I stared up at him, full of rage and disappointment. It's very upsetting. He's pathetic. But, there was nothing in his eyes, nothing at all.

"No way. You'll have to get me to go yourself. Because I know what you'll do to him if I leave and I won't let you hurt him again. I'd rather die." I stated, waiting for him to make the first move.

"Y/n, no!"

"Look, Stan, just go okay.." I glanced at my phone and put it away. I'm running out of time.

"Y/n, you're gonna be late for-"

"Tell her I'm sorry.."

"You can't do this! You know-"

We both knew what was going to happen. Stan's dad was different, more sure of himself than I'd ever seen him. So it either meant I'd beat his ass so bad he'll be in a coma for a long time or that'd happen to me.

And to be honest, I didn't care right now, I won't let him hurt Stan, ever again. Stan's never even really fought anyone, because I've always handled it and I didn't mind.

"Y/n!"

I had no choice, I have to scare him away, so he'd be safe..

"STAN GO AWAY, NOW!" He almost fell over, hearing me get pissed towards him, and he looked terrified, it killed me. He ran off, trying not to cry. The only thing I texted him was

I'm sorry, it's for your own good, so you'll be safe. Don't tell Syd.

I put my phone away and watched his dad walk towards me, broken bottle in hand.

"You think you're so tough huh? Just cause you have a rough home life and had to fight to stay alive?! We'll, I'll tell you the truth kid, you ain't anything special.." He laughed, trying to seem scary, but I didn't buy into it, not for one second.

I stood my ground, he tried to throw that bottle at me and I moved away as fast as I could, but the sharp edges of glass from the broken bottle cut my cheek, making me begin to bleed. I already knew, the cut was deep. Just from the way it felt. The bottle then hit the ground, shattering.

I felt myself smirk. I've done this before, been through this with my stepmom's son, until he was sent to prison after going to the I.C.U. in the hospital, getting out after I had, but even though I was hurt bad, he was hurt worse. He can't use his arms anymore.

I promised Stan I'd never be like this again, sure I fought people to save Stan but they were easy, I never hurt them that bad. But in order to stop his dad, I'd have to be like that again, no matter how much I didn't like it, what I've done, how bad I've injured people to survive. But his dad deserves it, and the police don't do shit, always letting him out.

But if they let him out this time, he'll beg to go to prison, to get away from me..

That feeling that I used to know so well years ago, had returned to me, rushing throughout my body and I didn't have to control what I'd do next. Because he's a bad person. To write down the bad things he's done, you'd need a really big book, with infinite blank pages.

"This, it'll be fun. Don't you remember how bad I hurt you before, Mr. Barber? It'll be worse this time. You should stop now, while you can still use your limbs."

For a moment, he hesitated, rethinking what he was doing- going to try to do, but that little sense he had, it vanished as quick as his liquor does when he drinks it.

"No chance girl, and after I break you, I'll make Stan watch, and I'll kill you, slowly."

"Aww, that's adorable, Mr. Barber, did a baby help you plan that? But you should know, even a baby is smarter than you."

He moved his foot a step closer.

"I've tried being nice.."

He finally ran at me and I effortlessly moved out of the way, and jumped onto his back.

"This will hurt."

I moved my hands to his neck, and squeezed some of his pressure points on his neck, immobilizing him. His body became tense. He began to cry, begging me to stop, screaming even, and for the second time in his life, someone who preyed on others, getting power from their screams of terror as he hurt them, he was the one who was terrified.

"Y/n, please."

"Remember what you said. To Stan, everytime you beat him, what you said to me, trying to hurt me, and just minutes ago, oh what was it? I know you remember. It makes me laugh, really. You always hurt others, not caring when you beat them as they pleaded with you to stop. You drove his mom away, and now that's she's got some sense in her head she'll take him away. Maybe It's better for him there, he'll make something of himself, get out of this shit town, because he's not like you, and you know that, and that's why you get drunk, because he's the only Barber male who isn't a sad piece of shit, and that, well, it kills you."

"Please.. don't hurt me."

"Give me a reason not to. You're just a sad, broken, weak old man."

"I won't hurt him, I-I swear! I won't send him away! I'll be nicer to him."

"You said that multiple times.." I moved one of my hands to his wrist and pulled his arm back, and started to turned it a way it shouldn't be moved and he screamed out in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm pathetic, I know that! He deserves better! I-I-" He broke down, completely terrified of me and began to sob, like a baby.

"Ah, fuck!"

"I'll give you one more chance. Luckily for you. I'll only break one of your legs.. the arm was just a scare tactic."

As much as I didn't want to, I did. I broke one of his fucking legs, and then, yet again, beat the absolute shit out of him, so bad that he shit himself. He tried to scream out in agony but I shoved Stan's old shoe into his mouth and then knocked him out. He's stubborn but now, he'll get the point.

Hopefully, for his sake.

I'm not trying to be a monster, nor do I want to be. But if you make them think you are, make them absolutely terrified of you, and you destroy them mentally and emotionally. You don't even have to lay a finger on them. They'll just break down. But hurting them a little helps.

I always hated doing that, doing much worse to my stepmom's son, to his friends, just to live, to survive, but I learned how to destroy people on the inside as well as on the outside. I don't like hurting people, it's rare that I do.

Hopefully he'll understand now that he's not touching my friend.

A few minutes later, the cops came and well, with him attacking first, as well as there being witnesses, and Stan's dad's list of crimes he's done, he'll be away for a while. In the meantime Stan will stay with me, hopefully.

After today, maybe, hopefully his dad will understand.

Of course I had to get a few stitches for my cheek wound, but that's okay, I've been through worse.

To be honest, the crushing defeat for me, was the fact that I missed my first date with Syd, and the fact that Stan had this guy for a horrible excuse of a father.

Now all that was left was going to Syd and Stan and telling them what happened.