My Savior (Beel x reader)

Y/N's POV

I was sitting on my bed, waiting for the inevitable moment for the door to open. These past three weeks have felt like an eternity.

The front door of my house slammed, causing me to flinch in response. Time seemed to stop, and the only thing I could hear was my pounding heart.

Loud footsteps approached my door. The doorknob turned, and I mentally braced myself for what was about to happen.

"Grr! Come over here bitch!" A man stormed over to me, and gripped my wrists extremely tight. This man was my father.

"P-Please....don't..." I begged quietly, but my plea fell on deaf ears. It was a long shot, but the words came out anyway.

"Where the hell is your paycheck?!" He yelled right in my face, and I started to involuntarily shake from pure fear.

"I-I d-don't have it-!" My cheek stung as my father quickly slapped me, bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

"Don't lie to me!" He slapped me again, and I glanced at my dresser a few feet away from my bed.

My father followed my gaze, and hurried over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer, and snatched a piece of paper that was inside of it.

For an instant, I thought he would leave to go buy more alcohol like he always did, but that wasn't the case.

"Why did you lie to me?!" He came back over to me, and grabbed me by the collar. I could smell his putrid breath, which smelled of cigarettes.

"Y-You...h-haven't given...me any f-food....today...." I choked on my tears as I tried to talk. Suddenly, I was thrown against the floor.

"Food? Is what I provide for you not enough?! You selfish bitch! You should learn to be more grateful!" My father lifted up his foot, and slammed it onto my stomach.

I let out a gasp as I tried to regain the air that was forced out of me. He kicked me a few more times before he turned to leave the room.

"Since you decided to be disobedient, I'm not feeding your ass for a week! Maybe then you'll be more grateful!" He slammed my door shut, and I was left alone.

I coughed as I tried to move, but my stomach was hurting too much for me to make any sudden movements.

Tears poured from my eyes as I slowly slipped a hand under my bed, and took out a key-shaped necklace that was hidden in the framing of the bed.

I put it on, and held it dearly. It was a necklace that used to belong to my mom.

I heard a soft vibration from my dresser, and instantly tried to get up. Though my stomach hurt immensely, I forced myself to get up, and open the bottom drawer.

Inside was my D.D.D. from Devildom. I instantly unlocked it, and saw that Beel had texted me. A little smile appeared on my face.

Beel had always been there to protect me during my stay in Devildom, and at some point I started to like him more than a friend.

However, I couldn't bring myself to tell him since coming back to the human world was something I couldn't avoid. So I kept quiet.

A few tears fell onto the phone, but I quickly wiped them off and texted him back.

My chest tightened as I typed that. There was a reason I didn't tell Beel or anyone about my situation.

It's because I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. It was a thought that always lingered in my mind, something I couldn't forget.

That thought was planted by my father when I was just a child, and it grew to be a horrible tumor on my brain that never went away.

I placed the D.D.D back into the drawer, and stumbled over to my bed. I curled up and placed my arms around my stomach.

I covered myself with my blanket, and I cried. I'm not sure how long it took, but I eventually fell asleep from mental and physical exhaustion.

"I'm sorry..." I said into my normal phone.

"It's alright dear! You haven't taken a vacation since you started working here. You deserve it." My boss said in a cheerful tone.

"Thank you." I hung up the phone, and I shifted the ice pack that was on my stomach.

Usually I would be able to fight through the pain and go to my job at the local grocery store, but last night's beating was too much for me.

My father had left for work early this morning, and wouldn't be home until tonight. I wasn't sure what to do now that I had the house to myself for this long.

Nodding my head in silence, I slowly stood up. I winced in pain, but that wasn't enough to stop me.

I silently walked to the basement door, and slowly opened it. I flipped the light switch on the inside, and the stairs were now visible.

At first I hesitated, but then I took a step forward. Each stair seemed to creak as I continued down. Once I got to the bottom, I gasped.

There were a good amount of boxes in the corner of the room. Along with an old wooden vanity, wooden dresser that matched the vanity, and a baby crib.