Bloody Numbers || Baldi X Reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

You held a portrait, running your thumb over the wood of the frame. Three smiling faces. You, your mother and your father. The photo was taken merely a few days before he has collapsed at work. He had worked up a terrible cough, and simply said he had caught a cold from a couple of co workers. But the doctors said otherwise. Stage 3A inoperable lung cancer. You watched as his eyes lost the light that sparkled, his face sunk in, the dark protruding circles under his eyes. You spent every second you could with him before he passed about 4 years ago. A grin came across your face as you looked at your father face upon the photo, he had a smile that made you feel safe no matter the circumstances. You couldn't help but slip a few tears before wiping them swiftly with your jacket sleeve. You kept rummaging in the cardboard box. A small brown bear with a bright red bow tied around his neck, a few notebooks, and some assorted little animal figurines. You had officially finished unpacking every box into your new room. On one corner you had a simple mattress dressed in a soft blue comforter laying against the floor. Against the wall you had a desk with shelves that held your photos and assorted toys. The room had a slight echo.
You and your mother had escaped to a town that was a good 8 hours away from your old home. It was the most affordable location that your mother could purchase with the money she had luckily made once in a blue moon from baby sitting or occasionally stealing it from her ex boyfriend while he was passed out drunk as a skunk. Connor was his name, and when he first was introduced into your life you were happy that your mother could find some happiness after suffering from the loss of your father. It was sunshine and rainbows until he told your mother to quit her job. The argument was a storm. As Connor was blaming your mother for cheating with a few co workers. You watched as he had slapped your mother, and shove her to the ground. You froze in fear and luckily you didn't get hit... yet all he did was grabbed your face, and said these words "if you tell a soul, i will hang you upside down..-" he slide his finger from your waist up to underneath your chin. "-.. and slice you open like the pig you are." From that moment on, his actions grow worse. Your mother became a punching bag, and if you told a soul, your mothers life was on the line. One day, while tending to your mothers wounds, she discussed a plan. She had been babysitting, earning a few 60 bucks here and there. She had well saved up over the course of 8 months and with a bonus of stealing a chunk of Connors money from his wallet. You two were gone with the wind. All you carried was a teddy bear, a bag of clothes, a small box of assorted items and the portrait of you and your family. The leftover money after buying the small two bedroom house was used for the mattresses. Luckily, your mother had found a website for domestic abuse victims, and the neighborhood you moved into was a domestic abuse victims haven away from the monstrous people in the past. You laid back against your bed and held the bear tightly in your arms as you gazed out the window. "This is my new home.." you muttered under your breath. Downstairs you could hear the shuffling of feet unloading a few pots and pans in the little kitchen. "Hey Y/N! How do you feel about Mac N Cheese?!" Your mothers voice startled you and broke your train of thought . You pulled yourself to your feet and smiled softly as you looked at your mothers face, her bruises were a soft purple now, healing, and the twinkle in her eyes had returned. "This is my answer for you..-" you pulled up your shirt to reveal your tummy, and it grumbled loudly. Your mothers laugh rung in your ears like the soft chimes of bells. "You are so silly Y/N. A nice pot of Mac N Cheese coming right up!"

***Dinner***
You played with the fork in your hand as you scooped the cheesy goodness and plopped it back down on your plate. "So Honey.. I had signed you up to attend that school a couple of blocks away.. it has such a odd name. The school of the thing. Like what psycho named the school that?" Her eyes bulged out of her head as she ate a scoop of pasta. You bit your lip and frowned. "Mom. I want to help out, me going to school wastes precious time on helping make money for us"  your mother shook her head furiously and pointed her index finger at you. "No young lady. You don't need to worry about money. I will find a job, you will go to school and get your high school diploma!" With that, there was no fighting her. After dinner, your mother handed you a piece of paper. Y/N  Y/LN  School schedule.   You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You weren't ready to jump into a new school, let alone having to make new friends.. what made your schedule odd was that you had only one teacher. Mr. Bladimore. Room 99.  Did Mr.Bladimore taught all subjects? It was off, no Highschool you been too had just one teacher teaching all subjects. You dropped the paper off  onto your desk and fetched a pair of pajamas. As you made your way to the bathroom, "hey Honey. I know this is a big step for both of us.. trust me. This will work out for us. I'll be waking you up early, i have some cash leftover to buy some school supplies." Your mother bopped your nose, and kisses your cheek. You sent a quick nod her way and off to a hot shower to end your stressful day.

You laid on your bed facing the roof. You were lost in your thoughts. Tossing and turning all night. What was to come at your new school?? Will Connor ever find you two??.

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