When Does It End? Dave X Reader-Insert

Chapter 4

A/N: I still can't find my notebook so I'll just take a swing into the dark and hope I'm going in the right direction.. Wish me luck! Lord knows I need it.

I ran off to my fifth period class and sat down. There was still about ten minutes of lunch left but I needed to escape. The teacher only glanced at me and ignored my fresh wounds. I sighed in relief because of that. I hated having to answer questions. I pulled out some paper and doodled until the end of lunch, but didn't pay attention to what I was drawing until I was done.

When the bell rang, I looked at my work. Of course it was Dave. Why wouldn't it be?! I groaned and balled up the paper in frustration. I threw it so hard in the direction of the trashcan that it might have put a dent in the wall.. that is, if it wasn't paper. But my luck just turned up then! (Note the sarcasm). Dave walked right into the path of the paper ball.

He looked at the ball on the floor then stooped down to pick it up. I bolted out of my seat to stop him, but he was already unfolding it.

"Wow, did you do this?" He studied the lines and shading on the paper, pushing me away with a free hand so I couldn't snatch the paper away.

"So what if I did? That belongs in the trash." I nearly growled my response.

"Ouch. Don't even soften that blow. I'm gonna put this in my binder. It's good." He smiled and folded it up, stowing it away in his pocket for later.

I huffed and sat back down in my seat as the bell rang. Dave took a seat next to me. I ignored him for most of class, and for the rest of the day. I didn't have him in my last period so I decided to get off campus before he figured out what my last class was so he could stalk me.

I walked home alone, like always, so I could return to my house to get beat, like always. As soon as I walked through the front door, my father's arm was around my wrist and he was pulling me deeper into the house. He forced my backpack off of me and threw it against the wall and threw me against another wall.

"Where the fuck have you been all day?!?!" I could smell the liquor on his breath as he spat his words at me.

"I was at school." I started to get up, but was forced back down.

"You didn't leave with my fucking permission again, slut!"

"It's against the law to skip school."

"Who fucking cares!! You don't ever leave this house unless I say you can!"

"Yes sir..." I looked down at the ground and got ready for my punishment.

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up. "Let's go, bitch."

I gasped softly in pain and let him lead me upstairs into his bedroom. He threw me against the ground and locked his bedroom door. He then opened his dresser and pulled out his belt. It was worn and frayed at the edges from how many times he'd hit me with it. He wrapped the end around his hand, frowning at me. "You're not allowed to leave tomorrow." He took his first swing.

He beat me with his belt until I was sure I had passed out. All the while, he would mutter that it's all my fault, and that if I wasn't born my mother would still be alive.

When he was finished, he put his belt away and passed out on his bed. I stayed where I was until I was sure he was asleep, then escaped to the bathroom to take note of my injuries, just like I had every night before then.

I looked in the mirror and was greeted with welts, bruises, and cuts. There was no way I could go to school anyways. I knew that if I did, my teachers would be too nosy, my father would beat me to death when I came home, and Dave would probably try to get involved.

I cleaned myself up and took a cold shower, which made my new injuries sting like hell. When I got out, I went to my room and got ready to pass out. I decided to wait until morning to think about whether I would go to school or not. I couldn't let myself dwell on it at that moment. I greeted the dark, dreamless sleep that soon enveloped me.