My defender |Rinney| DISCONTINUED

angst🫵

Angst,
(Abuse and mentions of use of alcohol😱😱)
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Finneys pov:

I was having a pretty rough day, I was just drained in general.
"Miss, can I go to the bathroom?" I asked, keeping my head down.
She nodded and told me to grab the hall pass on the wall before continuing to teach the class.
Robin looked over at me and raised an eyebrow,
Mouthing; "Are you alright, do you want me to come?"
I shook my head and mouthed back that I was okay.
I stood up from the desk and walked out, rushing to the boys bathroom.
I knew I was having an panic attack, it had no triggers, I just got them.
A lot more recently.
A lot lot more.
I sat in the stall, having extreme deja vú from the last time,
This only made it worse.
I heard the door open, and footsteps approaching.
"Finney..?" I heard a familiar voice say.
Bruce?
"U-uh yeah?.."
"Open the door."
"Why..?"
"Open it, please."
I hesitated but ended up opening the door.
I was still breathing heavily/rapidly.
"Are you having a panic attack?" He asked, holding his arms open for a hug.
"U-uh yeah." I said, leaning into him, crying.
(They are just friends do not get the wrong idea😡)
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
I shook my head, he let me cry it out and calmed me down.
"Thank you Bruce.."
He smiled and gave me a side hug before I had left to go back into class, Robin almost instantly had his eyes on me.
The teacher gave a small glare, probably because of how long I was gone.
I sat down and Robin patted my thigh before grabbing my hand and holding it reassuringly.
I smiled and turned my gaze towards the teacher.
My eyes were heavy from crying and my head hurt from the light but I managed to get threw it.
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TW starting now: mentions of use of alcohol,
Abuse.
(Cussing also🫶)
I think that's all idk.......

Finney (still):

I walked home with Gwen, she was blabbering on about her friend and her friends boyfriend.
I huffed and saw our dads car in the driveway.
"Shit, hopefully he isn't drunk.."
She nodded and gave me a worried look.
"What?" I asked, looking over at her.
"Nothing." She said, her gaze turning to the gloomy grey shaded concrete.
(It was cloudy so that's what I mean by grey shaded concrete.)
We stepped inside, quietly taking our shoes off.
We both went into our rooms and I started on homework quietly, my sister doing god knows what—
But I heard chatter coming from downstairs.
That was until I heard something shatter.
I quietly rushed down the stairs and peeked into the kitchen.
I saw my sister being screamed at.
(This is sort of like what happened in the movie just adjusted a little.)
"YOU ARE NOT YOUR MOTHER!"
I froze at the sudden mention of her.
He raised the belt.
"STOP!!" I screamed, running over to my sister who was now trembling from head to toe.
I was tired of it, tired of him.
"I'm fucking done with you treating us like some toys to just relieve your drunk ass anger, you do not mention my mother in that way. Sober up sometime and maybe you'll see the importance of your daughter, and hell even your son!" I screamed my eyes now teary.
He slapped me across the face, I kept on screaming at him.
Another hit,
another.
And another.
I heard my sister screaming at him to stop, my vision blurry with tears.
I fell to the floor,
This went on for another minute before my 'father' decided that he was done.
My sister pulled me up with a grunt, dragging me into my room.
"Are you fucking insane m!?" She whisper yelled, still frightened.
I let out a scoff and just laid in the middle of the floor, my face and back ached.
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That's all I'm writing for now, I'm to tired to write anything else tonight💀✌️
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