Chapter 22: Home

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Y/N's POV
I walked through the door. I know my father is here so I'll just try to avoid him. I saw him sleeping on the couch, so I carefully and quietly walked past him and up the stairs to my room. I took my bag out of the closet and started packing.

When I was almost done I heard the door open. Fuck! My father. "Where were you?" He asked me with tired eyes, because it was pretty late and he was already asleep before. "In the hospital." I answered his question. "Why?" He laughed at me. I clenched my jaw. "Because you fucking stabbed me in the leg!"I told him slightly raising my voice. "Don't raise your fucking voice at me!" He screamed at me as he grabbed my wrist and I flinched. "I can do whatever the fuck I want!" I screamed back at him while snatching my wrist from his hand. He walked closer to me with anger in his eyes and with every step he took forward I took backwards until I hit the wall behind me. I gulped. He punched the wall next to my head and I flinched from the sudden move. I was getting scared now. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH!?" He spat at me, I closed my eyes. He took me by my hair and tossed me on the floor. "Fuck!" I screamed out, because my whole body was still sore.

Ms. Benoist's POV
"Did you hear that?" I asked Chyler. "Yeah. Do you think it's her?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, I think so. I'll go check on her just to be sure." I said, getting out of the car. I hope that wasn't her, because if that fricking bastard did anything to my Y/N, I am going to fricking kill him. I walked through the door and heard something upstairs. There were beer bottles everywhere. I got to the room where the noise and screaming was coming from and slammed the door open. I saw Y/N's father holding her down. She was crying and that sight broke my heart. "Get the fuck away from her!" I yelled at the man. "And who are you?! Huh?" He turned to face me with raised eyebrows. "D-dad, please don't hurt her." Y/N pleaded her father while holding her side. "Shut up you bitch!!!" He screamed at her. "I said get away from her! And I won't say it again!" "Oh you think I'm scared of you?" He asked me, coming closer. I clenched my fist ready to punch him and when I saw him raising his hands to touch me that's what I did. I punched him till he dropped to the floor with his nose bleeding. I ran to Y/N. "Are you okay?" I asked her with a now soft voice, so I wouldn't scare her. She just nodded at me and tried to get up, so I helped her. "Are you done packing?" "Yeah, I just need to get my sketchbook." She said as she walked to her desk drawer and took her sketchbook out and put it in her backpack before zipping it. "Okay, let's go."

We walked down the stairs. "Ms. Benoist." She called out to me just as we got to the door. I turned around to look at her. "I'm really sorry you had to witness that." She apologized looking down. I signed. "It's okay, it is not your fault that he is the way he is." I grabbed her chin softly with my thumb and forefinger, so she would look at me. "It's okay." I said to her for comfort, when she finally looked into my eyes. I looked down to her pink lips and then back up to see her Y/E/C eyes looking at my lips. I bit my lip and watched her blush. We shared eye contact for what felt like forever and I leaned closer to her until we were inches apart. I kissed her passionately with everything I had and smiled into the kiss when she started moving her lips too. I felt like I was finally home and free and I just stopped thinking and worrying about everything. We seperated from the kiss and she blushed while looking down. She cleared her throat. "W-we should propably go. C-Chyler's waiting for us." She stuttered out before she walked past me through the door. That was the best kiss I have ever had.

The ride to my house was pretty silent. It was just Chyler talking a few times throughout the ride. "Kay, we're here." She said to us. "Thanks for the ride Chyler." I said as I hugged her goodbye. "You're welcome. Stay safe. Love you." "Love you too." I helped Y/N with her bag and got my keys out. This is going to be interesting.

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