TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

CBS x (Abused!)Reader

A pair of women were there, one with blonde curly hair and glasses, the other with (H/C) hair. The latter looked a little ragged, but it was kind of endearing. I lept down to get a better look at them. The blonde one started shaking.

"d-don't worry, (Y/N), everything's fine..." So her name was (Y/N)? It's a nice name...

I noticed that her clothes were dirty, and she had concealer on in awkward places. Was she getting abused?

"No, it's not fine. What's happening?" She turned, but her friend pulled her back. I could've sworn that girl had (E/C) eyes...They complimented her whole look.

I decided to stop terrifying the blonde one. But before I left, I pulled out a tracker and put it on (Y/N). Then I walked away.

I heard them talking a bit more, then I heard the leaves crunching beneath their feet as they walked this way. I growled to myself. They shouldn't be going this way.

Once they get close enough to where I am, I step out into their view.

The blonde one gasps and grabs (Y/N)'s hand.

"You shouldn't go this way. It's dangerous right now." The blonde one nods rapidly and tries to drag (Y/N) off. I walk over to them.

"And (Y/N)..." I stand in front of her and look down at her. She's shaking and looking down. I cup her face in my hands and coax her into looking up at me. She has tears in her eyes.

"You'll be safe soon, love." I let go of her and walk away. I can hear them chattering behind me, but I don't try to listen. I'm just waiting for her to get home so I can kill that son of a bitch who dared to lay his hands on a woman like that.

Your P.O.V.

"Okay, he isn't looking, let's go!" She squeezes my hand and drags me away.

"I wonder what he meant by safe..."

"Who cares what he meant?! We need to get to safety first!" I let her drag me off. It's not like this was my one place of safety...

*(Kill me)Later~*

Your P.O.V.

Once I got home, I smelled booze and pizza. He had his friends over again. I needed to sneak in, knowing he wouldn't know I was gone. He never knew unless I came in the front door, and that meant a beating.

I slipped to the back of the house, climbing through a window. I landed on the floor quietly in the kitchen. Thank God they were in the living room. I slowly crawl through the vent on the ground to a safe place(the bathroom) then make my way to my 'room', just as if I had just been using the bathroom.

My room wasn't much of a room at all. It was a dingy closet, and there was always at least one spider in there to keep me company. I barely had room to sit around the brooms, jugs of bleach, and empty bottles tossed in here that made it reek. I had considered chugging the bleach once, but Morgan was able to talk me out of it.

The friend who gave John the drugs, Jorell, was laughing loudly. He always did that whenever he offered John drugs. The time John took them, he laughed even louder than before. I had considered turning Jorell in for dealing dope, but I knew that John would know it was me, and then he'd beat me raw.

Jorell laughed louder than he did earlier. John had taken them again. I wanted to run so badly, but I couldn't. He'd find me, then kill me. Hot tears started running down my face. I desperately tried to stay quiet and tried to make myself smaller. I knew he would come up here.

I heard some crashing and screaming downstairs. Apparently, John had started taking out his aggressions on his friends as well. That probably meant more for me as well.