WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER IS FILLED WITH PHYSICAL CHILD ABUSE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR ARE NOT OK WITH BLOOD OR ABUSE THEN PLEASE WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. I DO NOT SUPPORT CHILD ABUSE IN ANY WAY, IT'S JUST YOUR CHARACTER'S BACKGROUND. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. 

Third person POV:

(Y/n) was lying on the hospital bed, her body seemed to be frozen in fear. Her eyes were filled with worry and her hands were shaking slightly. The door to the hospital room opened and a nurse walked into the room, smiling kindly.

"Your father is here to pick you up Ms (L/n). And your jobs called to tell you that you need to be back to work tomorrow." The nurse said, helping (Y/n) out of the bed.

"Alright. Thanks..." (Y/n) muttered. The nurse handed (Y/n) her freshly washed school uniform and left her to change. (Y/n) changed quickly before walking out of the hospital room. The nurse led her through a maze of hallways before stopping in the foyer, where a man was signing papers at the front desk. The man looked up at (Y/n) and smirked before rushing towards her 'worridly'.

"I'm so glad nothing was broken! My darling daughter! You had me so worried!" The man exclaimed. The nurse smiled at the scene while (Y/n) grumbled under the man's grip.

"All right Mr Z, if you can just sign Ms (L/n) out, then you'll be free to take her back home." The nurse said. The man nodded and let go of (Y/n), walking back towards the counter to sign (Y/n). "Make sure Ms (L/n) takes one if these pills a day. They'll help with the traumatic stress. And make sure she gets lots of rest and doesn't do anything too reckless." The nurse said, handing an orange bottle of pills to the man. The man nodded and put the bottle in his pocket before grabbing (Y/n)'s hand in a seemingly innocent way.

"All right. We should get back home!" The man said cheerfully, his hand cutting off circulation to (Y/n)'s fingers. (Y/n) grit her teeth but forced a smile at the nurses.

"Bye..." She muttered, the man dragging h out of the hospital and towards a shiny new looking car. He threw (Y/n) into the back seat and his cheerful aura was replaced with a deathly one almost imidiatly.

"You b**ch! You could've ruined everything!" The man hissed, driving away. "When we get home, you'll f**king wish you died at that f**king school shooting!" (Y/n) stayed quiet, her body shaking slightly. Tears pricked her eyes but (Y/n) forced them away.

"Traumatic stress the say. Tch. You don't f**king need these pills. They should've given them to someone who f**king needs them." The man said, tossing the pills out the car window.

Soon, the two pulled up to a regular looking house. The man got out of the car and grabbed (Y/n) by her hair, throwing her inside the house.

"Because of your stupidity, I haven't been able to have a proper f**king drink! And my f**king money has just about ran out because you haven't been going to f**king work!" The man yelled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off, making (Y/n) flinch, before drinking half the bottle. "I don't know why the f*** you're still alive. Or why we f**king adopted you! That stupid b**ch I had for a wife always had a soft spot for freaks like you. I'm glad she's f**king dead. It took too f**king long for her to die." He added before roughly throwing the empty glass bottle at (Y/n). It missed and shattered against the wall next to her. The man groaned and grabbed another bottle. He didn't bother opening the bottle when he threw it at (Y/n), the glass shattering against her right shoulder. (Y/n) bit her lip to keep the scream in, tears pricking her eyes.

"IT'S ALL YOUR F**KING FAULT ALL THIS HAPPENS!!! ALL YOUR FAULT YOU F**KING B**CH!! WHY WONT YOU DIE YET?!? RID THE WORLD OF YOUR USELESSNESS!!!!" The man yelled randomly. He kicked (Y/n) to the ground and began kicked her stomach and face. Her legs and arms being pushed into the shattered glass on the floor. "YOU SL**TY, WORTHLESS, PIECE OF S**T! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING F**KER!!!" The man yelled, kicking (Y/n) into the wall. She gasped in pain, curling up into a little ball. Tears streamed silently down her face as she kept her pained sobs inside. Knowing that if her 'father' heard her she would get beat even worse. The man kept yelling insults and kicking (Y/n), at some point picking her up by her hair and punching her face.

"AND THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF... YOU GOT YOURSELF A F**KING BOYFRIEND YOU SL*T!!! YOU WH**E! NO ONE WILL EVER F**KING LOVE YOU, YOU B**CH!" The man dropped (Y/n) and stumbled into the kitchen. He grabbed a large kitchen knife and stumbled back to (Y/n). (Y/n)'s eyes widened once she saw the knife, desperately trying to back away, only to get stopped by the wall.

"N-N-No... P-Please! S-S-Stop!" (Y/n) cried quietly. The man grabbed (Y/n) by her right ankle and dragged her closer, his grip creating a bruise around her ankle. The man stabbed the knife into (Y/n)'s thigh and began carving letters into it. (Y/n) screamed loudly, earning a slap to the face.

When the man was done, her thigh was bleeding and it read 'W**re'. The man tossed (Y/n) away, grabbed another beer and stumbled his way towards his bedroom.

"Go f**king die already..." The man stated before disappearing. (Y/n) gripped her thigh, the blood making a large puddle beneath her.

"H-Holy f-f***.... H-Holy f***!!!!" (Y/n) cried, her breathing becoming faster as she saw the blood. Going into a hysteric state. (Y/n) leaned up against the wall, gripping her thigh tightly. She pulled her knees to her chest, getting her white button up shirt drenched in blood.

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A couple minutes later, (Y/n) calmed down enough to shakily get to her feet. She leaned against the wall and stumbled towards the bathroom. She grabbed the first aid kit with shaky hands and began picking glass out of her arms and legs, cleaning and wrapping up her wounds. (Y/n) hissed and cursed quietly under her breath as she cleaned the wounds. Once the wounds were all wrapped up, (Y/n) headed back towards the living room to clean up the broken glass and blood stains on the wall and floor. Her whole body ached, but most of the pain came from her right thigh, making (Y/n) limps so she wouldn't be in so much pain.

"Heiliger Ahorn dieses Ficken tut weh!!!" (Y/n) cursed under her breath. She threw the bloodied paper towels in the trash before stumbling down the stairs and into the cold basement. There was a broken bed in the darkest corner with a small, light blanket on top. The blanket had a couple holes in it. There were two, bloodied uniforms handing on one of the walls and a tiny window, revealing the darkened night sky and some grass. The window was just big enough for a small person to sit in, and of crawl through, but it was so high up in the wall a short person wouldn't be able to climb up to it without help.

"Alius autem dolor in nocte" (Y/n) muttered, lying down on the broken and uncomfortable bed and falling asleep.

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Heiliger Ahorn dieses Ficken tut weh - Holy maple that f**king hurts

Alius autem dolor in nocte  - Another night of pain - Latin