A Misfits story (Jschlatt + Goodguyfitz x reader fic)

Part 24

"Y/N...Y/N are you okay?!" Ryan said in a raised tone while wave his hand in front of my face. I had completely zoned out staring at the text on my phone, frozen and not sure how to react.

"Uh yeah yeah I'm fine" I said, not so convincingly.

"You don't seem too sure" he frowned. I was currently sat with him, Cam and Matt in the lounge at Misfits Manor.

Family wise...I don't talk about that stuff. And that's fine by me but I guess a little context is required for this. Adam is my brother...and I haven't seen him in 3 years. For my whole childhood my parents never got along. They constantly fought and I genuinely had no clue why they ever stayed together. It's not like it was for me and my brother because the continuos fighting was far worse than having separated parents could have been. Not only that but they were always very distant towards me, not paying me no attention and neglecting me in a way. I grew up learning to survive by myself and not rely on anyone else so by the time I was in my teens I had kind of come to resent both my parents. They had an issue with this and our relationship just got so much worse...long story short they kicked me out at 16 and thats when I really had to fend for myself. Thankfully I had one good friend at the time who I moved in with but eventually we fell out and haven't spoken in years either.

Adam, however, they adored. He was four years older than me so he'd be about 25 now. They treated him like some kind of golden child, pushing aside their arguments to give him whatever he wanted. He grew up thinking he was so much better than me and everyone else. As we both got older he began to just try and make my life hell in every way even when I got kicked out. He's very manipulative and likes to play the victim so I much prefer to stay away from him and my family.

When I got that message from him I instantly felt angry and scared. He never wanted any kind of relationship with me when it mattered before so why now? Probably because he wanted some kind of fame or money from me, not like I could help with either of those things.

I put my phone down and let out a deep breath, Ryan still looking at me concerned. Cam was also now sharing the same look of concern. Matt was high and in his own world so he wasn't paying attention to me which I was glad for. I ran my fingers through my hair, debating whether or not to tell Ryan who had just texted me. Of course Ryan knew about my family situation, given him being like my closest friend.

I stood up and put my phone in the pocket of my jeans. "Adam just texted me. I'm going for a walk". Before any of them could say anything I rushed through the house and out the front door. My mind was racing and I had no clue what to do. I just needed to walk to clear my mind.

I aimlessly wandered through the street, somewhat holding back tears but doing my best to keep my breathing on track. I was completely focused on counting my breaths and trying to calm myself down. By now, I was walking down the side of a busy road and it was beginning to get dark as it was 9:00pm. It's fine I thought. I'm fine, just need to walk. I could feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket but completely switched it off so I didn't have to look at who was trying to call me.

I must have only been walking for about 30 minutes or so but now it was pretty dark outside. I had managed to find my way to the liquor store and had bought small bottle of whiskey. I laid my eyes on the empty park across the street and decided to go sit over there.

Honestly, it was like a scene from a horror movie. The darkness covering absolutely everything with only the slight shimmer from the stars giving off any sort of light. Oh and the faint brightness from the headlights of any cars that occasionally drove past. I felt no sense of danger as I walked through the park. Honestly I couldn't have cared less about my safety right now, I just wanted nothing to do with Adam or my parents.

I sat down on one of the swings and unscrewed the lid from the bottle of whiskey, taking a sip and wincing at the sudden fire in my throat. Honestly I had no clue where I was or how I was meant to get back to Misfits Manor. Fuck it, I thought. Thats a problem for future me. I took another sip from the bottle of whiskey and looked up at the stars, admiring their presence.

A little while longer of just enjoying the peace of the night (and the rest of the bottle of whiskey), I figured I should probably turn my phone back on to let Ryan know I was okay. I reached into my back pocket and pulled it out and held down the button to turn it...nothing. Fuck. My phone was dead. At this point panic was setting in a little bit. It was pitch black, I had no clue where I was, my phone was dead and I had just drunk a whole bottle of whiskey. Nice one Y/N, you really do make great decisions.

I continued to sit on the swing, gently kicking my legs on and off of the ground, trying to think what to do. I was going through the route I had walked in my mind...and I just couldn't remember. I felt a tear fall from down my face and the ferocious build of anxiety in my stomach.