(A/n):Requested by Insane_Pyromaniac , really hope you like it :)
2p England-Oliver Kirkland
(Y/n)-Your name
(F/c)-Favourite colour
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(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU USELESS CHILD!" I hear my father yell as he throws me onto the streets
I land on the concrete of the pathway which scratches my leg, not that it really hurts anymore. He slams the door and I burst into tears.
He caught me cutting again, right after he found my math test with a D on it. He decided I was worth his time if I couldn't get into a well paying job like a doctor or lawyer.
My mum died a few years ago in an accident with my father. He was driving, I knew because I saw them drive away but he lied and said she drove. After she died he became abusive and curl, never sexually, just physically and mentally.
I developed a mild form of depression about a year after my mother died because I felt lonely and I had no one to talk to. The people at school lays bullied me and told me to kill my self. My grades dropped and I couldn't even talk to the school therapist because I was scared she would get tired of my issues.
My depression became more serious and I barley slept or ate anymore. I began to cut because it's the only way I can release my pain and frustrations without causing anyone else trouble. My father caught me a few times but didn't try to get me help, instead he made fun of me and took away my phone and laptop, meaning I couldn't do schoolwork.
Finally the straw that broke the camels back was him walking in on me today, with a failed math test in his hand, a beer bottle in the other. I was standing over the sink, my (f/c) jumper rolled up to my elbows and dragging a razor over my already cut skin.
He threw me out and slammed the door in my face which is where I am now, on the pavement bleeding anymore. I dry my tears and stand up, pushing my sleeves down my arms to hide my scars and open wounds.
I heard about a bakery in some news article that people go to and then die shortly after, although they had no proof so they couldn't shut it down. It's something like Oliver's Bakery. Maybe I really should just end it all...
*Time skip to an hour later*
(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
After an hour of walking, multiple stares from other people although none came up to me asking if I was ok, or even a tissue to wipe off my dried blood, I finally arrive at the bakery. Luckily it's open so I walk through the door.
Inside it's there are pink and white walls, a light blue and pink counter and display case, white chairs and tables, and a few pastel pink and blue booths. There are multiple assortments of cupcakes and cakes in the display case as well as on the shelves. It all looks so delicious. The only thing this bakery is missing is customers.
There's no one in here except me, even the owner isn't here. I walk up to the counter and ring the little bell to get someone's attention.
"Coming poppet!" A British-accented voice calls out from the door way behind the counter
I hear footsteps coming towards me and out comes the most adorable man I have ever seen in my life.
He has short strawberry blond hair, blue eyes with one swirls in them, like icing on a cupcake, a white shirt with a light pink vest, light blue pants and huge eyebrows. He is smiling like the best thing just happened.
When he notices the blood on my though his smile fades away.
"Are you alright poppet?" He asks rushing around the counter and over to me
I shake my head softly and he quickly grabs some tissues.
"Come sit down, I'll clean you up." He says cheerily
"Actually you don't need to, I need your help with something else." I say
"What is is love?" He asks
"My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I've been depressed for a long time now and I'm looking for a way to end everything." I sigh "I heard people come to your bakery and die shortly after, if it's you causing that I want you to poison me as well, if not then forget I ever came here."
I roll up my sleeves to prove myself so he doesn't hunk I'm some sort of undercover cop.
"Oh my gosh poppet, come sit down." He says quickly, leading me to a booth
He grabs a first aid kit from behind the counter and behind to cleanse and patch up my wrists. I wince in pain as he pushes to hard and he quickly releases me.
"I'm sorry poppet, now why don't you tell me what happened?" He asks
I tell him about my life and my father, the bullies at school and my mothers death. He listens quietly, while cleaning the dried blood from my knees and wrists. Finally when I've finished my story he dries my tears and smiles softly.
"How about I let you stay with me for the night and then we can talk more tomorrow, you must be exhausted." He says quietly
I nod and he takes me into the back where he lives. There are a few rooms, a dining room, bedroom, two guest rooms, a large kitchen and two bathrooms.
"You can sleep here for tonight. We can talk more tomorrow." He says
"Wait, what's your name?" I ask before he leaves the room
"Oliver Kirkland." He says before closing the door
I lay down on the bed and close my eyes, quickly falling asleep.
*Time skip to the next day*
2p England's P.O.V.
It's early morning and I'm mixing some of my special red dye into my cupcakes. After I pour the batter into the tray and turn on the oven. I hear soft footsteps and (Y/n) is standing in the doorway.
"How did you sleep poppet?" I ask
"Fine I guess..." she says quietly
"Why don't I make you breakfast?" I question
She shakes her head softly and then looks up into my eyes.
"Can you poison me?" She asks
"Listen poppet, I don't like killing people who don't deserve it." I say placing a hand in her head "I want to help you, but I can't kill you."
"But-" She begins to say before I cut her off
"No poppet, you've still got so much ahead of you." I say leading her over to the small kitchen table
I place some cupcakes in front of her, of course not my special ones and she begins to eat.
"Wow these are really good!" She says surprised
"Thank you poppet." I say sitting next to her
"Thank you Oliver for letting me stay here last night, I'll find a new place soon." (Y/n) says quietly
"You can stay here as long as you need, it's nice to have company." I say petting her hair
She gives me a quick hug before removing herself from me and giving me a slight smile.
*Time skip to a few weeks later*
(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
I've been visiting Oliver every day. I got a small apartment close by so I can see him as much as I want. He lets me work here for money of my own. The main reason I stay though is because I really like Oliver. He always gives me a cupcake when I come.
We talk for hours and He listens to whatever I say, I finally have a friend,. He took me back to my house one time to get my clothes and things, luckily my father was out drinking so we didn't run in to him. Oliver said he'd protect me though.
Right now I'm working at the front desk while Oliver is working in the back. Suddenly the door bursts open and my hair is pulled over the counter. I realise my father is the one who is pulling my hair and I scream for Oliver.
"Don't bother calling your friend, we're leaving." He says angrily
"OLIVER!" I scream louder as I feel my head begin to bleed
Finally I hear a rush of footsteps and the hand holding my hair is gone. It's Oliver thankfully, accompanied by a blonde man with a hockey stick.
"Are you ok poppet?" Oliver asks rushing over towards me
Meanwhile the man with a hockey stick beats it over my father's head and he falls to the ground unconscious.
"I-I'm fine, just scared." I whisper
Oliver leads me to the back living room where he sits me down on the couch and pets my hair.
"It's ok poppet, I'm here." Oliver says
I hear a second voice out the front, this one is American. They talk abort ditching the body somewhere but I'm not bothered in the slightest.
"These two are my friends, they were helping me move some furniture." Oliver explains
I nod again and wipe the tears from my cheeks.
"Shh it's ok poppet, he won't ever hurt you again." Oliver says, his voice becoming dark "I won't let him."