Bonnie's POV:
I drove home with a sleeping (Y/n) on my lap. I was careful about running into the police along the way. She was sleeping so peacefully in my lap. Her hands were practically glued against my shirt. I smiled and continued driving home.
For a girl that's been abused, beaten, cut, and all the terrible things, she's so kind and caring. Her heart has remained kind, loving, and all good things despite her past. I wish I would have gotten to know (Y/n) before all this. I can only imagine how joyful and upbeat she used to be. (Y/n) shifted around in her sleep, and her face shifted from peacefulness to fear. I held her tightly with one hand and kept steering with the other. I felt tears wet the collar of my t-shirt, and I heard her soft cries. It took me everything I had to not stop the car and not start crying myself.
Thankfully, we weren't too far away from our house.
I carried (Y/n) into the house bridal style. She was still crying lightly, but not as much as she was earlier. Her head was buried into my chest, and her hands clung to my shirt. I wasn't uncomfortable whatsoever. I unlocked the door with one hand and kicked it open with my leg. Holding a person in one arm is sort of difficult for someone who isn't physically in shape like I am. I slammed the door closed with my rear, and I carefully laid (Y/n) on the soft couch. Her fists still clenched sections of my shirt between them, so I couldn't exactly leave without taking my shirt off. Aw fudge it. Being as careful as I could, I slipped my shirt off and bundled it up in front of her. She smiled in her sleep and cuddled with it. Her nightmares and crying seemed to go away once she smelled my shirt.
I smiled slightly and started to walk away. Something started to move around and looked over my shoulder. "Where are you going Bonnie?" She asked with the cutest tone ever. I almost melted at her adorable, sleepy face. "I'm just going to bed (Y/n). Why? Do you not like sleeping downstairs? Would you rather sleep in your bedroom?" I asked with concern. I walked over to her, still shirtless, and kneeled down to the edge of the couch. She nodded slightly, and I noticed her finger was pointing towards me.
"You want to sleep in my room?" I asked. The shy teenage girl nodded a little bit and hugged me tightly. She buried her sleepy face into my neck, and the sight of her adorable actions were enough to make me blush. I don't blush that easily you know.
I sighed in defeat and lifted her gently. I left my shirt there because I figured it wouldn't hurt much. After all, it's just (Y/n) and I living here. What could possibly go wrong?
I carried her up the stairs with care. Checking after every step for objects in the way, I made my way up the staircase. I wanted to be extra careful as to not drop my precious girl. She was quite small for teenager though. Honestly, I wouldn't want any other foster child other than her. She's perfect the way she is, scars and all.
She shifted a little in her sleep and smiled. I hoped that was a sign of happy dreams instead of fearful nightmares. I could only imagine what the poor girl has nightmares about at night. There's no way I could see someone abusing someone like my little (Y/n).
I kicked open my door with my foot like a boss. I wanted to stop and jump around with joy like a nerd, but I refrained myself. After all, I'm carrying my very fragile child. Carefully without making much noise, I placed (Y/n) beside my spot on the bed. I figured she wanted to claim her spot with her scent. Wait her spot??!!! What gave me the idea she'd be sleeping in here more than once?!! I face palmed at the thought and changed into some PJ shorts. Tonight was supposed to get warm, so I figured I might as well stay cool but comfy! I turned the AC on and crawled into bed beside (Y/n). Her small body fit against mine like pieces to a puzzle.
I don't know why, but once I placed a protective arm around (Y/n), I fell asleep almost instantly.
~~~~Author's Note~~~~
Hey guys! So I wrote this on Sunday just to prepare for today, just in case, but I am writing this section on Tuesday (today) if you know what I mean. Currently, I'm stuck in school and sick as an old cow. Honestly, I feel like shit. I was up late last night putting the final touches on this AND trying to make sure I got enough oxygen in my nose/lung things. I'm an odd human, especially when I'm sick and dying.
Well I hope you all have a wonderful day/night!!
~{ Raven }~
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