My Saviour's (Pewdiepie Fanfiction)

Sydney, a twelve year old girl, lived with her mom and dad. Her family wasn't normal, and she knew that, but she never thought they would do anything so horrible. Luckily, a young couple was in the right place, at the right time.


22. F**k Everyone Mood

Sydney's P.O.V


I feel myself being lifted off the coach. I open my eyes slightly to see that I'm being carried by Kian. Score!

"I'll bring her to bed." He said quietly to the others. I feel him walk up the stairs. I still don’t choose to open my eyes, just because.

"Hey Felix!" he says in a loud whisper.

I guess my dads still awake. Wait, oh no. My dad. Please dad, don’t overreact or be too overprotective!

"Hey. I will take her." I here Felix say. Danmit. I then get quite harshly pulled away from Kian.

"Ok, sorry dude. She fell asleep and I thought…"

"You thought wrong. I will take her to bed, and you and your buddies can go to your hotel." No dad! Really? Why does he need to be so mean?! I need to do something.

I open my eyes and look at Kian and mouth the word "Sorry!". He slightly grins back, and luckily my dad doesn’t see. I jokily give Felix an extreme evil eye which makes Kian chuckle. I close my eyes again. Hopefully my dad doesn’t get too suspicious.

"Ohhhhh, I know what this is about," He pauses. Good save Kian. "She's your daughter, and you don’t want your little girl to date and stuff. You do know I'm 19 and she's 14, right?" I suddenly feel sad inside. He is right though. He's 5 years older then me, but we can still be friends. I got his number earlier, so we can talk if we want to.

"Yeah, all the more reason to stay away from her." Excuse me?! He doesn’t have to "stay away from me"! He's my friend! I want to get up, out of my dads hands, so bad right know and yell at him, but I cant get myself to do it.

"OK." Kian finally says.

A few seconds later I hear doors open and shut. They left. Thanks for ruining my perfect birthday dad.


~The next morning~


I went to bed last night thinking I could just sleep off the anger. Nope. I feel it burning inside me. Right now I'm in one of those, sorry for my language but, "Fuck you, and fuck you, and also, fuck you" type of moods. Its not good…

I don’t know why I'm that mad at my dad. Most people would think I'm being annoying and dramatic, but really? I don’t give a damn. I can be friends with whoever I want! He cant tell me no.

I roll off my bed and mess up all my bed sheets. Stupid. Freaking. Bed sheets.

I make my bed, then walk down the hall. I here the song Don't by Ed Sheeran playing from the kitchen radio, so I know dad's awake. He always turns it on while he's cooking. I sluggishly walk down the hardwood stairs and into the kitchen. I find Felix dancing around, singing the lyrics. I just watch him with a blank expression. I am in no mood for laughing, dancing, singing, or really, anything. Especially with him.

"Good morning!" He says to me, smiling.

"Don’t talk to me." I say, slightly raising my voice. I feel bad yelling at him, but he deserves to know how I feel. Without doing anything else, I walk to the cabinet and search for cereal.

"Whoa, what's wrong with you?" He says from behind me, turning down the music.

"I don’t know, maybe because my dad sent my friends, or even my best friends home, because one of them was trying to help." I think I might be going a little to far. Well, who cares. He gives me a stern look.

"Sydney, I didn’t approve of how or why that Kian guy was holding/ touching you."

"He was carrying me to my bedroom!" I say raising my voice. "He was just trying to help, and you know that! You were just being overprotective and mean! I initially invited them to stay the night because it was already so late, so they didn’t have to pay for a hotel…"

"You did what!? You only met them last night and you decided to let them spend the night?! First, you didn’t ask me, and second, what if they… did something to you!"

"Really dad? You think they were going to rape me? You need to stop being so protective!" I say, practically yelling at him. He stops and looks around the room.

"Well," he says after the long pause. "What if I don’t trust you!?"

"You think I'm going to have sex or something? 1, eww, 2, I'm 13, and 3, I am probably one of the most modest girls you have EVER seen!" A yell, pouring some Life cereal into a bowl.

"But, what if…" I cut him off.

"No! No "buts", or "what if"s! I will text and talk to them as much as I like! There is nothing you can do." I say pouring milk into the cereal and running to the stairs.

"Not unless you have your phone!" I hear him yell from behind. I turn around and see him holding my iphone. Shoot! I forgot it on the counter…

"And your not getting it for a week!" he yells. I make the sound of a mixture of an angry groan and a yell. This is not fair!

I stomp upstairs and into my room, with my bowl of cereal in hand. I almost debate on throwing it. This. Is. So. Stupid!


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