When Does It End? Dave X Reader-Insert

Chapter 14

I don't remember falling sleep. But I do remember what happened before. I remember reading the report. Reading the suspicions that my father had killed my mother, and that he had claimed that any DNA evidence they found was there because he lived in the same house as her. I remember the pictures of the crime scene, of the blood and the tape outlines and the evidence markers. I remember crying and closing my eyes, and I remember Dave's warm body against my own.

His warmth is still present against my back, so I lean into him to try to ground myself before I started crying again. His body shifts and he pulls me closer, shushing me as if he had felt my body tense.

"I'm right here, [Y/N]," he whispered. "I'll always be right here."

His face buried into my neck, and his warm breath felt comforting. I relaxed.

His had was on my stomach, making slow, small circles on my shirt. My eyes were kept closed, but I knew he knew I was awake.

I spoke in the same whisper he had used. "I never doubted it."

His lips lightly touched my neck, so light that I would have brushed it off as just a hallucination had he not pressed them harder a second time, just behind my ear. I softly gasped, butterflies in my stomach making themselves apparent.

I couldn't tell if he was using my vulnerability to make advances on me, or if he was truly just being there for me. Either way, I didn't want to pull away. Ever.

But I did. I couldn't let him continue if he was exploiting my current weakness. His hands tightened around me until I was too far for my movement to be an accident.

"[Y/N]..."

"Look, I get it. Maybe I was putting off mixed signal, I dunno. I willingly slept in your bed with you. But I'll be honest, I don't know what I feel for you right now and I just need to figure that out for myself. Until then, just wait for my signal before you try anything. I'm sorry if I led you on."

He sat up next to me. "Alright. I'll wait."

I took a breath. "Thank you."

He glanced at the time on his phone. "Shit. I gotta get ready." He stood and moved around his room, grabbing new clothes, a comb, deodorant, and leaving.

He left me sitting on his bed, alone with my thoughts again. I brought my knees up to my chest. I let myself think, and in the few minutes I was alone, I came to the conclusion that maybe I seriously need to talk to Dave and Bro about what's happening.

Dave came back, fully dressed and put together.

He looks at me and sighs softly. "Do you.. want to go back to school yet?"

I look down. "I.. I really should, if I want to keep my grades up.."

"You don't have to if you're not ready. My brother can keep you company."

My mind flashes to the last time Bro and I were alone, and I shake my head. "No, I think I wanna go."

"Alright. Well, get ready. We're gonna leave soon. I'll get us some breakfast to-go."

I nod and stand. I get my stuff together and leave to the bathroom to get ready. When I'm done, I meet Dave in the living room with Bro. Dave hands me a flimsy paper plate with a breakfast burrito on it, and holds another one with a couple bites taken out in his other hand.

I take the burrito and the plate and nod. "I'm good to go."

Dave nods. "Don't have any of your school stuff?"

I shake my head. "No, that's still left at home."

Dave just nods and follows Bro out the door. "I'll let you borrow one of my notebooks so you can write what you need to."

I just nod.

We get into the truck and we go on our way to school. I stay silent, and after a couple proddings from Dave, he understood that I didn't want to talk right now.

We get to class, and I use his notebook to sketch in and write down my thoughts. I spend my day trying to find the perfect way to talk to the Strider brothers, the perfect way to explain to Bro.

School ends and I find Dave. He holds my hand and squeezes it, but lets it go. I look at him, my eyes searching his face.

"I need to talk to you and your brother." I feel my heart hammering in my chest, my anxiety spiking high.

He slowly nodded. "Alright. If you want."

I softly smile and look ahead of us.

We get outside and head for the truck, which sits idly at the curb. Dave opens the door and starts to turn to me, but someone grabs the back of my shirt. I'm pulled backward into someone. Their smell immediately penetrates my nose, and I know exactly who it is. I try to pull away, but my father puts his arms over my chest and holds me tight to him.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He screamed at me, pulling me away from Dave.

I reach out for Dave, my eyes tearing up. He stands aghast, not sure what the fuck to do. My father drags me away, screaming and crying to his car. He shoves me into the car and closes the door on me, screaming about how I'm an ungrateful whore. I try to open the door, but the child safety lock was on. My dad gets in on the driver's side and starts driving, not looking if the coast was clear.

I scream for Dave, pounding on the windows. He had finally snapped out of it and got into the truck. I assume he told Bro to follow, because they swerve into the traffic after us.

My dad's screaming was drowned by my sobbing as I curled up into my seat, leaning away from him as much as I can. It only takes a couple minutes to get home, and only seconds for my father to pull me out of the car and into the house.

A/N: I'm gonna leave this at a cliffhanger. The next chapter will be extremely hard for me to write, and may take some time. It will contain very triggering content, and I'm warning you now and I will warn you again at the beginning of next chapter. I've been trying to avoid this next chapter, but I've wanted to do it at the same time. I will talk a little more about it next chapter.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading thus far, I appreciate the reads. This was originally meant to just be a prompt, and it kinda grew into this. I hope whoever is reading this is enjoying the story, even though it does get emotional. Thank you again.