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ch# 5 spending time with aziraphale

(Y/n)'s pov (trigger warning).

I was standing in the middle of a sitting room. It wasn't angel's book shop or my cardboard house. I looked around and immediately recognised the room I was in. It was mammy and daddy's old sitting room. I tried to look down or move my hands but I couldn't. It was like I was stuck to the ground. I could only look straight ahead. All the familiar smells of smoke, alcohol and weed attacked my scence of smell. I heard bottles smash and people shouting. Finally I could move my head to the side. But I wasnt the one moving it. It was like I was being controlled. I started to walk towards the shouting even though I really didnt want to. I started to head to the kitchen. When I got there I seen mammy and daddy fighting again. I thought I would never see them again. I was so happy for a split second until I remembered what they had done to me with the orphanage. "YOU USELESS MAN. HOW COULD YOU NOT JUST GET A FUCKING JOB." mammy screamed. "I DONT NEED TO HEAR THIS COMING FROM A WOMAN WHO SITS AND DRINKS ALL DAY. WE HAVE A FUCKING DAUGHTER TO TAKE CARE OF. YOU B*TCH." Daddy shouts. SMAK. Mammy hits daddy in the face and his cheek starts to turn red. "DONT YOU DARE CALL ME AN ALCOHOLIC". Mamy shouts even louder with a horse voice. Daddy stairs at her and picks up his wallet,money and walks into the hall with out talking to me or mammy. He takes his coat and begins to walk out the door. "YEAH" mammy shouts as hes half way out the door. "YEAH YOU DICK HEAD GET OUT OF HERE AND DONT COME BACK TILL YOU HAVE A JOB...... dick head." I suddenly remember that this isn't a dream.....its a memory. And If I remember what happens next correctly it's not good. I hate it. Mammy suddenly noticed that I was standing in the door way watching the hole thing. She looks down at me and looks disgusted. "What the hell is your problem". She says now looking directly into my soul. "I-I just want to make sure your ok". I say. Well the words were forced out of my mouth. I couldn't do anything about it. I desperately tried to move. To run. To do ANYTHING. But I couldn't. "Do I look ok to you!" Mammy says now a bit louder. I dread for what happens next. "I was just worried about you, you dont have to shout at me". I say with a little sadness in my voice. "ExuSE ME! I DIDNT BRING YOU UP TO BACK TALK ME". mammy screams. Now I've done it. She grabs my arm so tight that I can feel it bruise. Even though I cant move and I know that it's a dream or a memory everything feels and sounds so real. I can feel the pain in my arm. And I can feel the pain yet to come. Mammy drags me up the stairs and throws me into my old room. "YOU WILL STAY IN HERE BECAUSE YOU WERE BEING A VERY BAD GIRL". mammy shouts. The I feel the anger I once felt that day start to bubble in me like last time. "You are being a bad girl mammy! You hurt daddy when he is trying to do his best and get a job. Daddy is right tou really a bitc-" BANG. Mammys fist connects with my face. She opens her hand and her nails dig into my skin on my cheek. I still have a slight scare from that..... I scream at the top of my lungs from the pain. I feel so much anger and pain as I do it. I look up at mammy with so much fear, dread and hurt in my big (e/c) eyes. Mammy just looks down at me with no emotion and then she looks extremely guilty and exhausted. "(Y-(Y/n) I I'm so-" but she cuts her self of with a sigh. She closes her eyes and says "dont talk back to me girl, all of this is your fault anyway." When she opens her eyes again they look hardened and lack any emotion other then rage. She pushes me ferther into the room and I land on some broken glass from when mammy came in and smashed a bottle of smelly red alcohol that kind of looked like blood. I cried out a bit but I shut up when I seen mammys face. It was terrifying. Her brown eyes looked dull while her black hair stuck to her forehead from sweat. She had no smile on her face. Not even a scoul like she normal dose. It was just empty....... she grabs my throat and lifts me up. Tears have been streaming down my face so much that my eyes hurt and my skin was probably stained from them if that is even possible. I dont remember this part happening. In the real memory she just left me in the room and daddy patched me up. She lifted me higher and I couldn't breathe. She let out the most horrifying cackle. This wasnt mammy. She had some love on her but this..... thing didnt. It wasnt her. It was a monster. I didnt notice that she had a broken glass bottle in her other hand. She brings it up over her head as I kick and punch her. She thrusts the glass at an alarming rate at my eye then-

Gasp!!!!!!

I jump up so fast that my head hurts. Hot tears streaming down my face. I let out a loud horrible scream as I rise from my bed. I was shaking violently and rocking back and forth. All the lights were off and the shadows of things looked like mammy laughing at me. I'm sorry. Im so sorry. I didnt mean to talk back. I'm sorry please I'm trying to be a good girl I'm so sor-. My thoughts were cut of by the door swinging open. The door hit against the wall making a bang sound. I started to breathe even more heavily and shake even more after hearing it. I was panicked so much I didnt know were I was and couldn't see. My ears were ringing and I couldn't hear things well but I could kind of hear a familiar voice. I could only make out a few words. "(Y/n). Wake. Ok. Safe. Not real. Dream. Its angle. Your ok (Y/n) your ok.". I started to calm down slightly to the familiar voice. I felt arm rap around me and rock me back and forward. I could feel the comforting heat radiat of them. I latched onto the nearest thing closest to me. It was a bow tie. I looked up at the person comforting me. A-angel???. When my sight cleared I see a frantic looking angel looking down at me. I was in his lap while his arms were wrapped around me comforting me. "Oh dear lord (Y/n) are you ok? What happened? You scared the living day lights out of me! Its 2 o'clock in the morning! Are you OK!" Angel bombarded me with questions that seemed to just go into one ear and go out the other. "A-aziryphwell (aziraphale) c-c-can I sl-eeep in w-with y-y-y *hic* you". I say slightly crying and shaking still. Angel looked down at me with pity." Of course you can my dear". He said. Angel gently and carefully picked me up. He grabbed the blankets that Mr. Growley gave me and Mr. Frog face. "(Y/n) dear" he says so quietly i almost couldn't hear him " what happend in your dream? If you tell me I can help." He says while walking ahead."c-can we please t-talk about it later?" I say almost quiter than him." Ok deary. Ok. Just relax now ok?". I just nod my head in response.He walked out of the room while I buried my head into his shoulder. What happened. Is mammy coming to get me! I've never had such a scary dream before. I hope angel will protect me from her... I had my head in Angel's shoulder but didnt dare close my eyes. We finally made it to aziraphale's chair. "Well since I have no bed because I have no need to sleep I just read all night. But you can stay with me while i do". He says as he sits down with me in his lap. He picks up the book he was reading before my little 'incident' happened. Wait. He doesn't need to sleep. "Angel.....what do you mean you dont need to sleep?". When I said this he imigatly tenses up and looks down at me. With a nervous smile he says. "I-ill tell you tomorrow morning, but you need to sleep for now my dear. I have a lot of things to explain in the morning to you". I look up at him my eye suddenly getting heavy. I nod my head and rest my small head on his stomach. I like this. The last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep is

"And I need to give you a bath and some proper good food. Like creps!"