You're late (HawksXreader)

"What a sweet thing to see."

I froze up. Every muscle in my body told me not to move as I felt the sudden presence close to me.

My face was still hidden in the gloves as I stood there, my heart racing painfully against my chest now.

That voice...

"Young love," the golden eyes were on me as a hand softly grazed my shoulder, "I'm afraid you're not old enough for it though—"

The world slowed down. My head spun and I did what the YouTube video instructed. Chase the nightmare away!

I looked up. "Fuck you, mate."

A hand hit my cheek hard.

This was real... wasn't it?

Shit.

I rubbed my cheek, feeling a bruise coming.
More would come if I didn't run...

Where to? I was cornered between a wall and my father.

His mask hid half his face, though he wasn't wearing his bird beak.
"Language."

"Japanese."

Another hit to my face.
Yes, I got it from my bestie, the internet.
Though the trick just now failed...

Then my face was grabbed and I felt my face being lifted. As much as I tried, I felt my eyes locking in with golden ones.
"It's time to go home, child."

"I've got a name."

"I thought you threw it away, Sumire."

"(Y/n)." I corrected it, "You can't even remember your own daughter's name? Yikes—"

Another hit before my face got grabbed much more forcefully.
"You've gotten out of hand," my father stared at me, "I bet it's the roughness of this horrible world getting to you. One week of punishments should do it."

He let go off me and stepped away. I glanced to the side where someone blocked the light.

A thud sounded as someone was thrown on the ground in front of me.

My eyes widened. Densha?

"Wha—what are you doing?" I asked as I glared up at my father. His eyes smiled as he slowly turned my head to Densha who looked up at me in confused fear.

"This is what happens to bad little girls like you."

The person behind Densha took a gun out of their coat and click sounded.
A shock went through my body.

Staring down, I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"Your mine, not anyone else's."

I stared at the red blood as it spread on the pavement.
My vision blurred, before it restored.
The red was still there, bright as ever.

My brain was buzzing with thoughts.

For a second I let reality sink in.

And then I took the pepper spray from my pocket.

How to use it? I dunno, I just pointed and sprayed. Surprisingly, I heard a pained shout.

I gasped, before hearing a gun going off. I felt the sharp pain in my leg before I tried to run despite it.

Leaning on my good leg, I aimed the spray to the second person.
"Take this!"

The spray got taken from my hand by the person.

"Oh shit."

A punch in the gut— a literal one, had me crouch to handle the pain.

I had to fight through the pain!
Anything not to get caught again!

As I looked up though, a golden eyed glare looked back at me.

I wasn't going to be able to leave my dad any time soon.

Standing frozen, I wondered what to do.
There was nothing I could do... was there?

Suddenly something red sped passed and I froze up again.
The person in front of me got knocked off he feet and slowly my eyes traveled next to me.

Don't look.

Come on, look away.

My eyes met the blank stare of Densha.

Someone grabbed my arms and I jumped, falling backwards halfway.

"Hey, it's okay," Hawks immediately assured, "Where did he go?"

I looked around.
Where?

I felt myself getting lifted up and I clutched the white fluff on the jacket.
"He..." I spoke, feeling my voice small as it was before, "He was there... Densha got hurt because of me."

Soft feathers hit my face. I looked up at Hawks' soft golden eyes. The world seemed to stop screaming and I felt myself relax.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "Densha..."

"You're bleeding, where does it hurt?"

I showed him the wound and his eyes widened. Without a word he took off flying, leaving me tightly in his arms.

Was he angry at me for getting hurt? I'd imagine him being mad becuase of Densha. I was mad at myself for it.

Nobody was safe around me, were they?