I'm a Boy! NOT! ? BLUE LOCK x READER

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"we're very sorry."

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the ride home, despite being relatively silent, made my heart almost beat out of my chest from how furiously it thumped in my ribcage from anxiety. silence always meant the worst, and no matter how much i tried to explain the situation, my parents would have none of it. i could tell they were furious with me. they sat in the front, and i sat in the back, trying to make myself as small as possible. i wished i could sink in the cracks between the two chairs, but i knew it was impossible.

there won't be any escape this time. the anticipation of what was to come when we'd step foot in our home made my throat tighten and my body tremble from fear.

i shakily exhaled, before mustering up the courage to speak up again. "i-i swear, he provoked me-" i began, clutching my hands together in my lap.

"enough with those pathetic excuses, y/n! shut up!" my father quickly yelled, gripping the steering wheel in a tight hold. his sudden loud voice made me jolt up in surprise, before i zipped my mouth shut. he parked the car and stepped out and my mother quietly followed with. i pushed the door open and got out of the car, and the moment my feet hit the ground i felt my knees threatening to buckle and give up on me. my parents both went on ahead, not looking back a single time to check on me.

i took one last look at the car, before following after them.

my mother was eerily quiet the entire way back to our apartment, but the moment we entered our home and the door was shut, she fell down to her knees and teared up. "y/n, do you understand what you've done..!?" she cried, holding her hands to her chest.

shakily, i took a step back when my eyes fell on my father that was entering his bedroom. a cold sweat of panic and fear quickly washed over me as my heart skipped a beat. i turned to my mom and in hopes of pleading with her i yelled, "he started it! i-i swear!"

"i thought i raised you properly, but now you're playing boy sports and beating up your classmates!" my mother cried, shaking her head.

suddenly, i felt my dad pull me back by the hook of my shirt and my eyes widened in surprise. "i'm sorry! i swear i'll never do it again!" i yelled and tried to get out of his hold, but he was reasonably far stronger than me. effortlessly, he threw me on the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs and my vision blurred for a split second. i couldn't react early enough, because as soon as his belt entered my field of vision, he had already started hitting me.

screams from me and sobbing from my mother echoed in the apartment for a couple of minutes, before the front door swung open. there, my brother stood in shock, slowly taking in the messy sight in front of him. his eyes went wide when they fell on me, and he was quick to storm towards my father and push him off of me. "what the hell happened!?" he yelled as he gently pulled me up, who's entire body was aching in pain. sobs sounded from me as i clung onto him for safety.

"do not step in when you don't know what she's done." my father threatened, but my brother glared at him instead. he silently carried me up in his arms before leaving for his bedroom.

he sat me down on his bed and gently hugged me close as to not make my injuries hurt any more. he whispered sweet nothings into my ear as i sobbed, until i finally calmed down and my cries turned into hiccups. he rubbed my back gently and smiled when i grew quiet. he was very warm and comfortable.