Butterfly | JJ x Sister!Reader
Summary: JJ has always been there to protect his sister from their dad. But this time, luke still manages to get his hands on her, JJ trying his best to put himself in between them.
Note: Mention of alcohol, physical and verbal abuse. Sad fluff? I made it in JJ's pov so I hope the anon doesn't mind! Hope you guys like it!
I sat in our tree house and brushed my fingers through her hair as she laid on my chest. My old cassette player was playing some old slow songs. I knew she liked to fall asleep to them. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and onto my cuts silently as I watched her. Her tears were dry on her puffy cheeks as she laid there alseep, wrapped in the blanket. Tonight, our dad hit her. He had never done it before, I had never let him. But tonight he was stronger than me, knocking me out for a second and putting his hands on her as I laid flat against the wooden floor. Usually when dad was mad, I'd tell her to go hide in the closet and to wait for me to go get her. He was too high and too drunk to know where to search for her so I knew she'd be safe. But even when I wasn't home and he took it out on her, it was usually always verbally. Sometimes, at night, I'd hear her cry from the other side of the room and she would tiptoe to come join me in my bed and tell me all the things he had said to her. We had been sharing a bedroom ever since we were little. On those nights, I'd hug her tight and whisper to her that she was beautiful, brave, inteligent and that I would always be there to protect her. When it was my turn to get in a fight with dad though, he wouldn't be shy to hit me. And on those nights, she'd be the one comforting me, patching me up and taking care of me. We had always been there for eachother.
Tonight though it was different. We had came home pretty late after a bonfire with the pogues to find him downing what looked like his 9th beer of the night. He yelled at us as we entered the house, Y/N stepping behind me and grabbing my hand with her shaky one. When he started walking towards us, screaming even louder, I tried to push him away so he could get the hint and realize that it wasn't worth it. But not surprisingly, it only made him angrier. He lundged himself at me and threw a few punches as I laid on the ground, trying to fight him back. Behind his screams, I could hear Y/N cry for him to stop.
“Let him go!” She cried, hitting his back so he could let go off me.
“Shut up!” He yelled back, clearly intoxicated.
Suddently it all went silent and my vision got blury as he had smashed my head against the floor. I laid there, trying to stay concsious, only being able to feel him step away from me. After a few seconds, when most of my vision and hearing was back, I realized that he hadn't went and sit back on his couch to pass out. He had his hand around Y/N neck, his faces inches from hers and he was screaming at the top of his lungs. She couldn't breathe, I saw it in her terrified eyes. I tried to stand up and help her but I realized I had been too slow as I heard his hand slap hard against her cheek. This gave me the rush of adrenaline to stand up and push him off of her, yelling at him to not lay a finger on my sister.
“I'll fucking kill you! Don't ever touch her!” I yelled, punching him like there was no tomorrow.
I didn't hold back. Maybe this time, I wasn't gonna stop. Maybe this time I would hit him until it was too much. I didn't care. I hadn't realized he had passed out until I heard Y/N ask me to stop as she sobbed. I gave him one last good punch, spitting on his face and kicking him in the ribs as I got up. She sat on the floor, curled up into a ball, fear in her eyes. I kneeled down in front of her as she jumped into my arms, sobbing.
“It's okay he can't hurt you anymore.” I whispered.
“I know butterfly, c'mon let's get out of here before he wakes up.”
We both knew where to go. When fights were bad, we didn't feel safe at home so we'd run off to our tree house in the woods down our favorite trail. Dad had no idea it existed since we built it all ourselves a few years back. We went into our room and packed a few clothes. I knew the next few days would be spent a John B's that's for sure. I packed a warm blaket and grabbed a jar of peanut butter, some crackers, filled our water bottle and stole the icepack from dad's lunch box. I knew we had a few pillows and the first aid kit at the tree house so I took the bare minimum. Y/N grabbed her favorite plush toy and took my hand as we silently walked over dad's passed out body to head outside. After walking for a few minutes in the dark, we finally reached it. I let Y/N go up first and pulled up the rope ladder after I had climbed up behind her. I lit up our old oil lamp and finally took a good look at her. She was still crying, looking down as she held onto her bear.
“It's okay, we're safe now.” I said, pulling her to me.
“I don't understand how he can do that to us.” She breathed.
“I know butterfly... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you this time.”
“JJ it's not your fault. You always protect me.” She said, pulling away to look into my eyes. “You were almost out, are you sure you're okay? You probably have a concussion.”
“I'm fine, just a little headache, it's okay.”
She pulled out the first aid kit and started taking all the stuff out with shaking hands, barely able to hold onto things. I took it from her hands and held them into mine.
“Let me... You're bleeding too.” I said, inspecting the cut on her cheek, slowly starting to bruise.
I cleaned of the cut and put a band aid on it, handing her the icepack so she could cover up the bruise.
“I think you need it more than me.” She said, handing it to me so I could lay it on the back of my head that was thankfully, not bleeding.
Once she had calmed down a bit, she started patching me up, making sure everything was cleaned up well. I pulled out my water bottle and got a few sips of water, leaving her some.
“Here, drink a bit. Tomorrow morning I have the best breakfast planned for us.” I smiled at her, waving around the peanut butter jar.
She smiled and took the water bottle from my hand, taking a few gulps before stopping and holding onto her neck.
“My troat, It hurts.” She whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks again.
Her neck was bruised. He must've held onto it so tightly. I clenched my jaw angrily, holding myself back from punching something, knowing it would scare her. I hated him. She took notice of my anger and snuggled back into my arms to calm me down.
“He can hit me all he wants but laying a hand on you I... I hate him for it.” I said, crying into her hair.
“Hitting you is not okay either.”
“I love you butterfly. It's you and me against the world.”
I laid my back onto the pillow as she snuggled to my side, still holding her bear tightly. I wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and laid a kiss on her forehead. I turned the lamp off, the moonlight still keeping the tree house softly lit. That night, I looked up at the stars and prayed that my 18th birthday would come soon. That soon, I would be able to get her out of there. I looked down at her again to notice she had fallen asleep. She always looked like an angel when she slept. I held her tighter, my hand brushing through her hair and whispered something to her.
“I'll always protect you butterfly.”
Thanks for reading and for all the support you guys have shown me! I hope you liked this one! Next up, I'll try writing part 6 of Hurting and I have one last request in my ask box so send them in if you have any ideas!
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