The Cry Of A Mockingbird ?Dio Brando X Reader?

?Twenty-Nine?

“No. And even if I did,” You growled. “I wouldn’t bother to tell you anyway,”

“Just cooperate with us, Vex,” Speedwagon sighed, leaning against the wall. 

“How about this? Piss. Off. I told you I don’t know. If I did, I wouldn’t be here, I’d be there, now wouldn’t I?” You said, annoyance seeping through your tone. “Now leave me the hell alone.”

“He left you behind,” Zeppeli said, looking down at you. “He escaped to regenerate and left you to die in the flames. Sounds like to me he isn’t a very caring partner.”

“Sounds to me you’re like a fucking ninny,” You spat, turning your head away. 

“Why do you protect him, even as he abandoned you? What has he done for you to swear your loyalty to him? Was it a deal? A bet? A bribe?” 

“If you think this will work on me,” You said, glaring at the oddly dressed man in the corner of your eye. “Then you are poorly mistaken. Dio means nothing to me. I didn’t swear my loyalty to him. I don’t know anything more than you do.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zeppeli said. 

“Good for you,” You said, glaring at them. 

“Now get out.”

…

Your uninjured leg rocked back and forth as you stared up at the ceiling. You wished you could leave, but the police officer standing outside of your door was your roadblock. Normally, you’d be able to slite his throat and run, but you couldn’t do that now. Not only were you injured, but you didn’t have a blade. You could possibly make a shiv out of something in the room, but that could take days seeing how much Erina comes in to check on you. She’s attempted to start a conversation, but you could obviously tell she was uncomfortable in your presence. You’d made a pretty bad name in her eyes. You tried to murder the boy she liked when she was younger, and then you’d tried to kill her. Not a very welcoming vibe. 

You felt like you were trapped. You were confined to a single room. You suppose it was only fair. At least you weren’t in an actual jail cell. The food that Erina had brought in earlier was placed on the table beside your bed, untouched. The medicine that she’d brought with it also sat beside it, still placed on the metal tray beside the glass of water. 

Your hands fumbled on the button before the object in your hand flipped open. The hands on the pocket watch ticked quietly, filling the eerily silent room with the noise. You ran your thumb across the twisted metal as you read the time. 10: 27. Closing it, you tucked it back under your shirt with a soft sigh. You wanted to go home. You wanted all of this to be over. You wanted nothing more than for things to go back to the way they used to be. But you knew better than to think that. Things would never be the same after this, and you knew it. You’d probably spend the rest of your life in jail, or you’d be hung in the town square. 

A sudden cold breeze blew into the room, making you shudder. You sat up in the darkness, reaching for the box of matches beside you on the table. You took one out and struck it against the side, illuminating the small area around you. You searched through the dim lighting and saw the window was open, the curtains fluttering in the wind. You frowned. Had the wind blown it open? You moved the blanket to the side and leaned over to light the candle. You felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped, jerking away to look in the direction of the hand. 

“J-Jesus fucking Christ!” You exclaimed quietly, eyes meeting a pair of dangerous amber ones. 

Dio chuckled. “Did I startle you?” 

“No shit!” You said. “Did you come through the window?” He nodded and looked to the door. 
“Someone’s standing there?” He asked.

“An old gibfaced copper,” You replied as Dio knelt in front of you. “What are you doing?”

“Your leg,” He mumbled with a frown. 

“Did you come to mourn over my wounds, or did you come to get me the hell out of here?” You questioned. Dio stood up and extended his hand. You took it as he helped you up, holding your hip as you wobbled. 

“I told you I wouldn’t let you get hurt,” He said, placing a hand on your cheek. You sighed and leaned into his palm, making his eyes widen a little. 

“I’m still alive, aren’t I? At least you didn’t completely abandon me,” You mumbled, looking up at him. “So let’s go,”

Dio grinned at you and slipped an arm under your legs and lifted you, making you gasp and cling to him.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Dio chuckled, walking towards the open window. 

“I’ll never let you go,”

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So, I'm so very sorry for the inactivity and the long wait. On Monday, I got my hand slammed in a car door and I broke my middle finger and two of my knuckles on my dominant hand. I got to stay home from school though which was great because I couldn't do literally anything with it. Im all good now, and my hand Is better now so I'll be back in action 😌✌

Also, my dad is convinced he needs to wrap me in bubble wrap because I hurt myself all the time (not on purpose though I'm just very clumsy)