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“Boring”
That was the first word that popped in (Y/N) 's head as she sat stiffly in the car. Head on the window, she watched as the light snow fell from the grey sky. The pine trees zoomed past her vision as her head laid there.
Yawning lightly to herself, (Y/N) felt the drowsiness seeping in. She knew she shouldn't sleep being this close to their new house, and yet she felt her eyelids growing heavier, then closing. As her eyes shut, she took a last glimpse at her two mothers before being swept up in old, not-forgotten, memories.
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"(Y/N)! Young lady, get back here!" In the living room stood her father, breathing rapidly as the smell of alcohol coated his nose. He shouted, half empty can of Pabst Blue Ribbon in one hand, and the other clutching a leather belt.
The eight year old girl escaped from where she stood in the living room and headed towards the stairs. Running up to them, she only spared a glimpse at her drunken dad by the foot of the staircase. Fear fell across her face as soon as she saw what he had in his hands. A report card, not knowing that they were sent home early.
(Y/N) wasn't doing too well in school, science being one of her failing grades. Rushing fast past the stairs, tears began to prick her eyes as she heard the steps of a once decent man. Luckily for her, gym was at least her best and favorite subject.
Darting down the dark hallway, she shut her door tight, locking it, and sprinted to hiding under her bed frame. Not long after, loud bangs were heard from her door as she stayed quiet. Fear itched onto her face as she saw the door quickly begin to break down.
For the first time ever, she prayed that one of the neighbors had finally grown a pair to call the cops and get her out of here before her dad made her join her mom. Placing her hands together, she began.
'He hadn't always been like this, he was once a very kind man' she spoke in her mind to whoever could listen. 'But now it's like this almost every night and I can't take it anymore...why did this happen?'
The tears that once pricked her eyes soon turned into a cascade down her cheeks. With one last loud knock from her dad, everything went quiet. She hoped he had stopped and stumbled back to his room. Only for those hoped to be thrown out the window as her door flew off the hinges.
There at her doorway stood her father, more enraged thanks to the power of Pabst Blue Ribbon. Before he could even shout her name, the sound of a door being kicked down from the front of the house ran through their ears.
For a second, joy filled her body, before being switched back to fear as she saw her dad walking towards her bed. Before she could react, her (h/l) (h/c) hair was being clutched in her dad's hand as he pulled her out from under her bed.
"Police! Mr. (L/N) come down with your hands up!" A deep voice shouted, but was ignored by her father as she felt the leather wrap around her throat.
Wheezing out for help, she felt her throat slowly closing. 'I'm not ready to die! I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready-' repeated in her mind as her legs kicked in the air. "HELP ME PLEASE!" she wheezed, hearing faint footsteps walking up the stairs.
Realization finally flashed in her father's face before returning to one of anger as he tightened the grip on the belt "Say hi to your bitch of a mother for me, you little shit!" was her father's last words before the sound of a gun shot was heard. Soon, (Y/N) dropped to the ground, landing with a thud as she coughed and wheezed. The feeling of nausea washed over her body as she knelt there shaking like a leaf.
There was a louder thud to her left as her dad laid there, lifeless. The nausea being replaced with horror as her dad's (e/c) eyes soon became dull.
"DAD!" (Y/N) screamed as she ran over to him, blood coating her knees. As much as she hated him for the things he’s done for the past three years of her life, he was still her father. Her hands cradled her father's head, blood pooling around it. She began to sob, begging for her dad to be back, even though she knew that he wouldn't be. Not now, not ever. He was dead, right before her very eyes.
Sadly, (Y/N) had to let go faster then she wished, as the police walked over to her. One of them kneeled down and placed a caring hand on her shoulder as she continued to break down. She felt herself be lifted off the blood tinted rug of the room. Being carried outside, she first noticed the deep forest that surrounded her. (Y/N) was then greeted by flashing cameras, police officers, ambulances, and some of her neighbors with looks of pity on their faces.
Her sobs dwindled down to just sniffles as she buried her face into the crook of the man's neck. The sound of police sirens along with the yelling of journalists and news reporters gave her a headache rather quickly.
(Y/N) was placed down in an ambulance, a blanket being wrapped around her as someone checked over her injuries. Her mind drifted off to the view of her home as they wheeled her dad's corpse out, her sniffling turning back into light tears as he was wrapped in a black bag.
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"Hello (Y/N), how are you doing? My name is Mr. Adams, and I'm just gonna need some info from you. Is that okay?" Mr. Adams stated as he walked in.
On the purple couch sat the (h/c) haired girl, her eyes puffy from crying last night.
To her dismay, Mr. Adams didn't give her a chance to respond, even though she didn't want to. "Well, from this case file, it says here you were emotionally and physically abused. Is that correct?"
"Wha-"
"Oh sorry, it looks like that was the case file for the Pinstate University consent. We liked to have fun here." He joked, only to receive a scoffed from the tired eight year old.
After that, the conversation was shifted to his head shot photo and more jokes about Pinstate. (Y/N), not paying attention, shifted her gaze to the clowns that all hung around the room, earning a shiver down her spine.
“Anyway, (Y/N), can you tell me about your Dad?" With that, her eyes snapped back to Mr. Adams in the chair, quietly waiting for her response.
Taking a deep breath, she began "Well..."
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"Aww! Look at the new kid and her wittle dolly, are you gonna cry some more in class, wimp?” Jessica Pickerton mocked the small foster girl as she got closer. A group of students forming around them, including (Y/N). Even though the two were considered foster siblings to other’s eyes, she didn't really talk much due to that night, and especially not to the girl that was getting teased right in front of her.
It had been at least two years since the incident and (Y/N) moving to different foster homes. Currently she was at the Weatherhead's at Greeley, but she was prepared to move whenever it happened. She waited for that day to come, whether it be from adoption to being relocated. The only things sticking through for her were her counseling and vocal exercises she got during Saturdays.
"L-Leave her alone”, one of her foster brothers commented as he watched. "Shut up! You foster twerps are all the same. Come on, hand over the doll." Jessica retaliated as she got closer to her foster sister. If it wasn't for her foster parents, (Y/N) would have kicked the shit out of her right then and there, but she really didn't want to be sprayed with Dr.Pepper tonight when she got home.
Before Jessica could do anything, a cloaked figure fell down. He looked to be no older than (Y/N) judging off of his height. His face was covered by a mask as well hooded, giving her no chance of a view of him to confirm otherwise. All (Y/N) could see were piercing blue eyes.
"Who the hell is this?" Jessica snapped, blinking rapidly from her stance. "How about you find another little girl to pick on?" He asked, voice gruffed with speech. To (Y/N)‘s delight, Jessica seemed scared for a few seconds before going back to her bitchy self.
"Mind your own business, Peter Pan!" She yelled, before walking closer, as if to intimidate him, only to receive a quick kick to the gut, followed by a punch to the face, leaving a noticeable black eye. (Y/N) flashed with a bright smile as she saw Jessica Pickerton get what she deserved.
Taking a minute for a breather, the strange man scanned the huddle of children. His eyes briefly stared back at (Y/N)'s (e/c) ones, with a small smirk before breaking it.
Bending down, he grabbed a chunk of Jessica's blonde hair, bringing pained memories back to (Y/N) for a moment before she shook them off. Lifting Jessica's head up, he glared daggers at her before threatening "Karen McCormick is off limits, do you understand? Make sure everybody in this school knows." And with one last push, Jessica was on the snow again, face first.
Walking over to the foster girl, who (Y/N) assumed to be Karen, the cloaked boy threw firecrackers and picked her up, scaling a drain pipe with the girl on his back. In shock, everyone watched her and him climb out of sight. But not with one last glance from the boy to her.
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After that, (Y/N)'s mind seemed to wonder about him for the rest of the day. She couldn't believe someone like that existed, only thinking them to be from comics.
She didn't even realize it, but she started to talk about him to the two women in front of her, though neither of them seemed to care, they actually enjoyed the story a lot. Eyes trained on the (h/c) haired girl in front of them with joy painted on their faces.
After (Y/N) was done talking to them, she had to leave, her time already being up. As she left she saw the two women whisper to themselves, smiling widely at one another.
They found their daughter, and by god did they love her as one already.
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Once (Y/N) got home from an interview with a lovely couple wanting to adopt, she was greeted with Mrs. Weatherhead giving her a list of chores reserved for her.
Sighing to herself, (Y/N) took the list from her and went upstairs to drop off her bag. Putting it next to her bed, she felt a pair of eyes trained on her. 'What the actual fuck is watching me?' And as if he read her mind, the cloaked boy appeared again from the window. He’s good at hiding most of his face, except for those blue eyes.
"Listen here (Y/N)," he began but got caught off by her "Um, how do you know my name?" she said as her voice cracked, her mind yelling at her for allowing her to show weakness.
"I learned it from the other foster kids, now listen, I want Karen McCormick out of this place, and you’re the oldest girl here." He looked her dead in the eyes before continuing. "Does that mean you've been here the longest?"
"Yes, for at least a couple of months now, why does that matter?"
"Well, I need you to be able to sneak into their room to use their cell phone and call the police, will you be able to do it?"
Taking a breather, the tension in the air was thick, for a moment it reminded her of the leather, but only for a moment.
"Yes, but when will I get the chance? It's not like they give us a break around here."
"I have a plan," his gruff voice stated, as the question mark above his head bobbed side to side. "I'm going to pay one of the kids to start talking about the fight at school, once Mr. Weatherhead gets pissed and send us- I mean you guys down, you’re going to sneak up there and call the police, I'll do the rest. Are you in?" With that, his gloved hand stretched out, wanting to shake on it.
Hesitantly, she shook it with agreement as they heard the loud call for (Y/N)'s name. Freaking out, she quickly let go of his hand and ran down the stair case. Waiting for her was a pissed off Mrs. Weatherhead with a broom and dust pan.
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Luckily for (Y/N), the plan went off without a hitch. After her foster brother talked about Karen's 'Guardian Angel', Mr. Weatherhead was pissed.
Even though she wanted to follow, to protect the foster kids from the punishment, she knew she couldn't, she had a job to do, and with her being the last one to head down, she snuck back up the basement stairs and to their room's.
Grabbing the phone off Mr. and Mrs. Weatherhead's night stand, she quickly called 911 and explained what had happened there, from the Agnostic forcement and punishment's to the Dr.Pepper. Shockingly, the operator was more upset about the Dr.Pepper then anything else. But if it meant that they get there faster, then hell she’ll play into it.
"They even have diet Dr.Pepper." she whined into the cell phone as she heard foot steps heading up the stairs.
"Oh my, they’re coming up here, please hurry!" (Y/N) cried into the phone as she dove under the bed. To her delight, she could hear the operator typing faster into her laptop.
Soon they went back down, fear in their voices as they sped down. Taking the chance, (Y/N) got out from under the bed and tiptoed out of the house, casting a look as she saw the two drinking a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
She knew what would happened, she saw the show, she saw her episode. And so she left and sat at the porch, waiting.
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Once the police came and took the Wetherheads, Mr. Adams made his presence known and stated to one of the police officers to send the kids back to their parents.
The joy that went on their faces made (Y/N) heart twinge. Her look of happiness soon fell to one of broken sadness as she realized she didn't have a family to go back to. Sitting down on the stairs, she felt a hand pat her shoulder.
To her surprise, the hand belong to Karen with the doll in another. "Why are you sad? We get to go home!" She stated, smile and all.
She took a breath. As she tried to repress the memory, (Y/N) spoke to her "You guys do, I don't sadly." With that, Karen’s expression went from one of concern to sadness and then back to concern as she quickly hugged (Y/N), who gladly accepted.
"If I could, I'd let you be part of my family miss." Karen stated before she let go, and with a small wave of her hand, left her at the porch. (Y/N) felt better as she watched her run to an boy in an orange parka, took his hand, and hopped into the police car. Giving her a wave through the window before it sped off.
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"(Y/N), (Y/N) were almost there." Her Momma stated as she shook the (h/c) haired girl awake with one hand from the front. Her body waking up from a stretch before she thought back to her dream.
'It had been eight years since then, and yet I can remember it as clear as is it happened yesterday. Hope Karen is doing well.'
(Y/N), still being filled with drowsiness, looked out the car window only to see a giant welcome sign.
'South Park, what a strange name.' she thought as her thoughts went back to Karen, then to the mysterious boy with a cloak on. 'Wonder if this is where he lives.'
With that thought, her mothers pulled up to a big, two story house, their new home.