Russia x Child Reader Chapter 1.
You ran. You ran as fast as you little 11 year old legs can.
Your running from the man you once called your father. Ever since your mother passed away, your father became very upset and started to drink. When he first started drinking he would call you horrible names, threaten you and throw plates at the walls, then, he became very abusive and possessive. He started hitting and kicking you. One time when he was extremely intoxicated, he pulled out a whip hidden in one of the closets and whipped your back, leaving it a bloody mess. You have black and blue bruises everywhere on your body. You were too scared to get for help from anyone so you hid the marks with your winter clothes. Then one day after your father bet you, you decided to run away, far, far away. Your plan was that you leave after your father finished drinking and went to bed. Everything was going according to plan until your father found you with a full (f/c) back-pack at the front door. It took him a few seconds to realise what you were doing, but it was too late. You bolted out the door and ran in the direction of the snowy forest next to your house.
"(y/n) ‼ You f*cking bicth‼ Get back here‼" He yelled running after you. You didn't need to look back at him; you know he's right on your tail. Even though he's drunk as drunk he can still run very fast. You zigzagged your way through the snow covered trees hopping to lose him, it wasn't working. The cold, pain and sleep started taking over your body as you kept running. You can feel your body slowing down, your (e/c) slowly lowering. Then in the distance you saw a massive grey mansion. You looked back at your father behind you and back at the mansion. Panting, you pushed the last of your energy into the final sprint to get to the door before your father grabs hold of you. "You bicth don't you dare go there‼" He yelled, closing the distance in between you and him.
You reached the gigantic doors in the nick of time banging on it, screaming on the top of your lungs. "Help‼ Help‼ Someone please, help me‼" Then you felt a hand of iron strangle the back of your neck, cutting of your pleas and the force started dragging you back away from the mansion. You struggled with all your might to break his grip, but you only managed to slow him down. Your (h/c) (h/l) was plastered to your face as tears overflowed from you now dull (e/c) s. "You disobeyed my rules of not leaving the house without my permission. Now, you will be punished, let's see…. I think you deserve to be-" Your father was cut short as the gigantic doors to the mansion opened with a golden light to reveal an extremely tall man in a tan coat with a light pinkish cream scarf wrapped around his neck. The man has short beige/ blond coloured hair, a large but cute nose and the most unique violet eyes you have ever seen. "Is everything ok, da?" The tall man asked with a strong Russian accent. You looked up at the man with pleading eyes, afraid that if you say anything your father will do something drastic. "Yes, thank-you, were fine right (y/n)?" As your father spoke, you can smell the alcohol radiating from his mouth
The Russian's eyes fell upon you waiting for an answer. "It appears the young lady isn't alright with you grabbing her behind neck, I think you should let her go." Your father didn't release you; instead he tightened his grip on you. You let out a small yelp of pain as he pushed on the bruises that he put on you nights ago. You look back up at the Russian. The man's violet eyes became dark, very dark and to you, it looked as if a dark aura was surrounding him. He walked closer to you and your father and you noticed something that was in he's hands. It looked like a metal pipe of some sorts, with black splotches up and down along it. "I'll say it again, let her go now." The man's voice had changed as well. It was much darker and sinister and…menacing.
"Stop‼ You take another step and the she gets it‼"
Your face went as pale as the snow on the ground and your eyes went wide as you felt a stronger pain being forced by the man behind you. But the Russian man kept walking towards you, tapping the pipe onto his other hand. Suddenly you felt yourself being thrown of your feet your (f/c) coat flapping in the icy cold wind around you. You felt even more pain as you came into contact with the hard ground below you. The impact smashed your left side completely. You couldn't see what was going on, but you could hear your father yelling at the Russian man and you also heard a loud thunk and screaming. You were so weak you just rolled your head on your right shoulder and let the cold snow numb your body. The pain grew too much, your eye lids were closing and you couldn't stop it. The last thing you remember seeing was the tall Russian man towering over, then it all went black.