mad for you (mad hatter x reader)

the pain.

Your POV
I walked with my friend Alice, I loved hearing her stories about when she visited the fantasizing world. We somehow made it into the forest, I loved walking in the woods. I quickly checked my wristwatch, I had to make sure I was back home before my father came home. "You remind me of the white rabbit, Nivens. He constantly checked his pocket watch." Alice chuckled. I smiled even though I never met Nivens, it was quite amusing to imagine a rabbit checking a pocket watch. "I'm sorry (Y/N), I must be getting home it's almost dinner!" She said and ran off. I debated between staying out a little longer or going home to reduce risk of getting in trouble. I looked at my wrist one again, then looked at the bruises on my arms and legs. I quickly started running, it took about 12 minutes to run home and father got home at 6 every day. It was 5:30, 'better save than sorry' I thought to myself as I pushed through bushes and branches. Finally the open road came into view, I continued to run down the sidewalk, getting glares from other people. I reached my yard, checking my clock out said 5:53, I sighed in relief. I quickly ran down the stone path and into the foyer, I froze when I bumped into someone taller than me. "F-father, your home early" I sputtered, trying to get to my room, "you know you have to be home before I get back" he growled. He held a beer bottle, half empty and started chugging it once again. In just under 10 seconds it was empty, he smashed it on his knee and held the sharp end. He grabbed my arm harshly and slit it down my arm like a knife would do, I started crying. He punched me in the eye and he let go of me, I ran upstairs to my room to go get my emergency bandages. This happened all to frequently, I threw myself onto my bed and cried my heart out. I grabbed the phone on my table, I slowly dialed a number, it started ringing.

P- Hello, help phone here.
Y- hi, um it's (Y/N)...
P- hello again (Y/N), is it your dad again?
Y- yes, he slit my arm with a beer bottle and hit me
P- you know you should call the police
Y- I can't, he said he'd kill my mother if I called the cops on him
P- I'm so sorry, you don't deserve this.
Y- I have to go, it's dinner.

With that I hung up, and I ran down stairs to go eat. I covered my arm, and say down at the table. "Dear lord" I started out (sorry if your not Christian). "Thank you for blessing us with this wonderful food, and for this lovely home" I continued, "amen" we all said.